Death's Angel
Time seems to slow, and I find it hard to breathe.
I was her little angel, but the one thing she failed to tell me was how soon she would be one as well.
I'm drowning in sorrow.
My cold fingers clutch at my neck as I struggle to stop the panic.
She was my everything,
My mother,
My sister,
My best friend.
She cared for me like no one else did, and I will never see her again.
I hate myself for being associated with the one who controls the place where my beloved Bianca is now.
The unfairness of it all threatens to kill me, and I begin to wish it would so I would be reunited with her again.
Even now though, I question whether or not I would reach Elysium as well.
Probably not, I decide.
I must pray to my father instead, and I do.
For no matter how much I resent my father, he may be the only one who could grant my impossible wish of seeing my guardian angel.
A/N Okay, hey guys. I just made this because I've been thinking about the death of a surrogate big sister/friend a lot lately. I'll work on the Champion Of Hope soon, I just don't have any motivation. R&R please! I have more poems about death and if you want to see more, tell me!
I'm out. Peace *two fingers in the air*
~M