Obvious 3rd Person

It's hard to sleep when Devil meets Angel, covers seemed bleached, hot and untouched.

 I feel i failed, been lost without a label, sinking deeper to a tendancy bailed through scaled suicide.

 A motion only slowed to suffer his entrails, a power ignored and left to colourless grey frail, he battles this mindless pale body.

 I trap all thoughts and put up a glass shield, never been accepted a dry skin only peels to be absorbed and eaten by ghosts.

 I feel i know so much yet so much feels so little, bones so brittle and an emotion weeped grit clouds his eyes.

An anger turned soft, a memory burnt cell, a desperate cold nocturnal being that will not grow old.

I feel one last chance to change a comfortable glance, a connection he so wants but faith hides away from chance.

All it takes.....is one soul, to say a sentance to him to mold, to breathe a word he cannot say to himself.....One last chance for him on this earth.....

*Colourfully Blinded*