I am an angel
A Black angel
Fallen from earth
And crashed into a rock
And broken into a thousand tiny peices
Rebuilt of sorrow
And bound to the demons of life
Drown'd and reborn
Black wings covering the scars of fate on my back
And a black veil covering my black mascara-stained face
I see the pains and miseries of this world
I know the heartaches and mind-breaks of the living
Pain multiplies tenflod within me
So I am nothing but the shell of an angel
And a dwelling place for hatred, hurt, denial
And so much more
A thought provoked by few
And a reality known to none
I am a legend
A false hope
A magnet for destruction
Killing everything in my path
Everyone
Unable to heal
Only to harm
Diefying liars
And executing kings
Regretting it all
With no way of ending the suffering
But to end my own existance
A firey pit in the ground
Filled with rotting, exhumed bodies
The bodies of all those left dead in my wake
And I dive in
My wings curling behind me
Just to speed my plummet downwards
Into the raging tempest-inferno below
I am
No More
A contest entry
- Anything by Norman Crabtree.
390 points, ended December 23, 2007, 46 entries
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