2/20/05
Broken Angel
Blood drips onto the cold ground
Sparkling in the moonlight
You raise your head and your hair whips
Around your face
As you look up at the moon.
Black feathers perform a macabre
Dance in the cool night breeze.
Then they just float around you,
Scattering everywhere.
My poor broken angel.
Your black wings stretch out
Behind you, but are they really
Black?
Or are they black with midnight
Blood?
Only you know what drove
You to this extreme.
The secrets to your tragic
Past are locked in your heart,
Guarded by men with guns.
My poor broken angel.
The blood is still running,
Getting chillier by the minutes.
The moon knows all your
Secrets.
She stores them in the same
Dark place she stores all the
Others.
You wish for death to take
your life
You dream of death, dark
And deep.
This I know from your eyes.
Are you really so desperate?
My poor broken angel.
Your beautiful eyes are dull now,
They stare down a the blood on
You and around you.
Your dark wings are still, but their
Feathers rustle in the night breeze.
Your shoulders sag with regret
And guilt,
Defeated and weighed down with
The knowledge that you can't
Escape from your prison of blood.
My poor broken angel.
You loved life once, that
I know.
Innocence and joy bloomed in
Your face.
That time wasn't so long
Ago;
You will learn to smile again,
And it won't be so hard.
You will find your happiness;
You will find your savior;
You will find your Eden and
Be rid of your prison forever.
This I know.