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Stand in the blood rain
it is falling
dripping down, soaking ,staining
watching it drip down
feelings ever fading
rain running down
leaving bright red trails
a little one is put to rest
an angel is born
one that is crying
as the ashes flow in the wind
people are remembering
the dark and the light become gray
all thinking of the dark angel
who lived to kill himself
thunder clashed lighting up the new grave
marking the site
a cross that says
one who is in the light
but can't be seen
for who he was.
here lies Harry James Potter age 14
the people looking back all wondered
how they missed something that was in front of them
the bruises, the cuts, and flinches
the unhealthy tone of his skin
how he was stick thin
the smile that was so fake it hurt
the haunted look in his eyes
there was a peaceful look on the his face
that no one ever saw before
was life a different hell?
one that made you thing that it was heaven
it must have been so
if an angel died so soon
twin trails of red on his face
starting from his eyes
to his cheek
the escape from this world
violent,bloody, and painful
but rewarding to the dark angel
an dark angel who was light
the wish to fade
granted
rest well angel
little one who had fallen
the heaven is crying blood
someone make it stop.