An Angel Was Killed

Not sure how many of you have been called by someone: “You are an angel.” In Los Angeles, that expression tends to be used a lot. However, it does not always refer to a good person. Most of the times people use it to express to others their beauty and, other times, they use the expression as a way to approach to you with their lies. Because, let’s be clear. Los Angeles is not a town of Saints. Most of the people living there are just poor devils trying to rise high using any absurd method that they know to do it.

This song, it is dedicated to anybody who has went to that city expecting a miracle or in the quest of their “secret” lover which it is a “famous” one. To me, that city is very sad. However, I am an horrible musician. Give me a paper and I will write you some rhymes or notes with certain melody but do not tell me that I put music to something written because I cannot. It does not work. So all the songs/poems which I publish here does not have a melody. If anybody is brave enough you can try it. I am not.

I hope you like my verses and good luck to all the dreamers which travel to the promise land. I wish you will have better luck than others had.

An Angel Was Killed

Angel. Inside the Louvre detail. Picture by Me.

Angel. Inside the Louvre detail. Picture by Me.

Came from nowhere
to the land of hopes and dreams
wishing a change in their luck.
Their fate wasn’t written,
Their destiny: unclear,
Their love, an idea, which won’t be fulfill.

What does an angel do lost in these streets?
Where the devils walk dressed as a dream…
Don’t you see you will lost your soul walking here?
An angel was killed;
An angel was killed, following the destiny.

In Hollywood and Vine
it stops the bus.
Get down, walk,
the path of the stars.
In love of myths, songs and lies.
It resides the faith of the believers in a brand.

What does an angel do lost in these streets?
Where the devils walk dressed as a dream…
Don’t you see you will lost your soul walking here?
An angel was killed;
An angel was killed, following an ideal.

Not all the stars dream in Beverly
Some shine strong from darker holes
Lovers try to put them in their pocket
Soulmates curse them to get their souls
All the broken dreams an wishes they leave behind
are the remains of the hurricane at its past.

What does an angel do lost in these streets?
Where the devils walk dressed as a dream…
Don’t you see you will lost your soul walking here?
An angel was killed;
An angel was killed, following an idyll.

Are you now tired to fight?
Have you sold your soul yet?
Where are you going? My pet…
Don’t tell me you have lost your hope…
This is just a game. That’s all.
Your lover will be waiting you next door.
Only the most tough players are the ones stronger enough.

What does an angel do lost in these streets?
Where the devils walk dressed as a dream…
Don’t you see you will lost your soul walking here?
An angel was killed;
An angel was killed, following the dream.

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