Fallen Angel
Current mood: content
He had given up, his life broken by time.
None of it mattered, no reason or rhyme.
Flashes of better days,
Reminders of a forgotten phase,
Haunt his mind in a endless daze.
Darkened shadows, a broken mirror.
Scarred memories and fallen tears.
World of pain, tattered and worn,
A broken heart blackened and torn.
She came into his life, a blazing abyss,
Nothing was ever amiss.
She had saved him, pulled him from his night,
Bringing a stop to an endless fight.
His fallen angel, his tainted dream,
A open hand, worthless extreme.
Mending his heart and fixing his life,
Patching his wound, taking in strife.
He needed her like the moon needs the stars,
A vein needs blood, or a prison needs bars.
A guiding light, the perfect night,
An open door, a winning fight,
Giving all with all your might.
The world was small, the world was dark,
He promised his life, a forever mark.
Dropping his guard and breaking a wall,
He stumbled and tripped, never to fall.
Heart repaired, they found the cure,
Something that was so sure.
Her hand in his, their minds as one,
Knowing he'd never be have to be shunned.
Trusting with his heart, and following his dreams,
Letting life go, and controlling the steam.
His anger could flare, his temper breaking the cast,
Something he tried to hide with a mask.
It all failed, and his rage too much.
His father, he realized, had caused all the fuss.
Before he was saved, the man would snap,
Bruising his son, and blasting staring up crap.
The one thing he swore never to be,
Cast a refection for him to see. He cried to his angel, his fear too clear,
A scarlet letter, a crimson tear.
With her love, she saved him again,
His fallen angel, his perfect sight.
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