Analysis of Hallow Hearted Spoon

As I set and look into this hollow hearted spoon I hear a guardian angel playing a harp to a sad sick and destructive tune.

Yet this tune gives me hope as does this hollow hearted spoon, for the spoons a piece of plastic and the hollow heart a hole, any sickened thought becomes faded,flawed, and I pray stays null.

Now the tune not as drastic and it's finally steadied its course, I believe the strumming of an angel and my prayer open heaven to behold a white horse,

For the rider that sets upon it faithful and true, though the name is unknown judges in righteousness with the sword that would cut threw any stone.

For my Stones been addiction and I followed it to hell, but this Rider here's my prayer and knows my spirit means well.

Now the stone takes form of a dark demonic beast; but the rider takes his head then calls the birds of feast when these birds catch their fill I'll no longer feel ill, so strum away my angel strum and help me heal.