Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day.
Stretching to the sky but falling to the deep,
I've lost control of all I keep.
And I fall to my knees in desperate plea,
As blood stains my soul in this decree,
The stitches bind wings onto my back,
Colour like dark as death as black.
Seeking the day in the darkness of night,
I played the game that lost my sight.
The pressure is building as my skin erodes,
My skeleton in waking, the dawn has rose.
And I fall to my knees in desperate plea,
As blood stains my soul in this decree,
The stitches bind wings onto my back,
Colour like dark as death as black.
In the morning my face is revealed,
Breaking to pieces and never healed.
I'm not in heaven, I'm an angel to deceive,
I'm the angel of the devil this eve.
The wings carve my back into this dreadful sight,
Preying on the weak in the darkness of night.
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Written October 5th, 2005
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This is a pretty damn good poem! It's dark, yet beautiful and very gothic, and there is the mention of wings, which makes it into a form of fantasy, that I love so much. I want a pair! Anyway, well done...you have obviously worked hard on this, and it's paid off.
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Wow! That was so good! You should have a very good chance to win that contest. It's very chilling and dark. But what's really touching is the sadness that lurks betyween everyword.
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Very good poem. Really well done. Flowed nicely. Thanks for sharing it with us and keep up writing. Good luck in the contest.
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beautiful poem, very well done...Farewell, Lost Crow Child
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