Dark Fallen Angel.
Screams pierce my mind,
And the darkness is
split with pain and terror.
The walls of my mind
are stained with
The blood of eternal
innocence.
Spinning, I try to find
A place unstained
A place untainted.
No solace.
Taunting me, the blood
Crawls in macabre
spirals,
Forming obscene
patterns and
Twinkling with
laughter.
It forms lines leading
me
Towards the severed
limbs
And gaping wounds
That scar me.
My mind is no temple
Instead it is a
Shrine to horror,
A living sacrifice to
Some god of death.
How did I become this?
The endless dance of
death,
It must have an end.
It will end with me.
In killing I seek death,
And I am
A dark fallen angel.
