Marina
Death, it isn't really that horrible,
I should know,
I am dead,
A rainy night was the morn,
The rain pattered down on my broken window,
The helpless humans walked the paved road down below,
I was alone,
In this house and this world,
No one has scars like me,
For my scars never leave my mind,
No one has tears like me,
For my tears are black,
No one has blood like me,
For my blood is ice,
Days passed looking out that window,
The broken window that the rain pattered down on,
And I was still alone,
My mother; dead,
My father; drunk,
A was all alone,
In this house and in this world,
No one has scars tears or blood like mine,
I was starting to scare myself,
For I hadn't blinked since the day,
The night rather,
That my father had attacked me,
Raped me,
Stripped me of everything I was,
And now I have nothing to lose,
Nothing that is, exept my life,
I look over to Him and asked, "What is the meaning of life?"
"You really want to know don't you?" he asked back,
I nodded my head,
Who is this man you ask?
My Guardian Angel,
He does not bearly speak a word,
Nor does He care,
The shadows is He,
Quiet and loving is He,
He speaks to me in my dreams,
My Guardian Angel lives in my shadow,
He is always there,
Never does he leave me,
So he watched me from my shadow,
His arms wrapped around me for comfort,
Then a cold chill ran up my spine,
A Kiss?