I call upon an angel
Or a daemon to my side
To bring forth the wrath of gods
To destroy this sinful pride

I need divine intervention
To provide me with a goal
A purpose or intention
That will fill my empty soul

I am standing on the edge
Of a pitch black abyss
Considering the jump
Thinking of what I’ll miss

But my thoughts slip away
To blurry visions of the past
Images in decay
Disappearing all to fast

I call upon an angel
Or a daemon to my side
Or just a mortal soul
That would ease the pain I hide

Paulo Poças