Angels and Vengence

Fallen to these knees
Blinded by beams of accusation
Filtering through stained glass

Dishonestly supplicating at the foot of mercy
Terrorized into silent slavery

Reapers cloaked in shadow and vengeance
Offer me no salvation from the abyss I’ve allowed myself to wake in,

I find I’ve been unknowingly staring into the ashes
Surrounded by a shield of tortured souls, lost inside;

Shivering, encased in perforated flesh
Bled from the inside out
Fragmented, hollow razor assistance

A stolen grasp swallows my unwilling hand,
Penetrates my hopeful gaze

Reborn in arms quilted with rotted flesh
Against the chest of an emaciated Angel

I study over again within my own thoughts
Crimson, almost too torn, wings,
Oil eyes,
Proud and cracked was the halo
And ripped flesh, where horns surrendered themselves to mere mortal, replaced my attention

Within the center of myself;
Revived was thy Guardian angel,
Relived was my entity,
Awoken within me was my salvation;
My death