wahmbulance Ok..so this my latest poem, and just a forewarning, don't think this is some girlie, ponies and flowers, like poem. This is my dark poem..and i'd advise not to read this if u don't like dark and...whats a good word for it..depressing poem.. ninja .The thing is that i hate sissy poems and i'm not an emo or anything..so don't think that as you read this..i just like to write dark poems..and thats about it. wahmbulance
The Fallen Angel
Tears of anguish, running down my face. Falling from my eyes to only dry up on the bare earth. So many lost, and none ever found; once gone, never to rise
My beautiful white wings, dripped of crimson; forever stripped of their once glory and pride. Feathers tainted of blood, my dark blood. The stains never to leave, to remain as a mark of this curse.
Time passes, the moon rises as the sun sets. Yet I sit; my golden hair hiding my fearful tears. Suns rise, and Moons set, but still I do not move.
Blood mingles with tears and I can no longer tell what is what. Is it tears of crimson that falls from my bleeding eyes, or is it my cold fear that runs down my face? Nothing matters; I have no home, no shoulder to cry on, so I sit alone.
My elegant fingers are stained red; never will they be cleansed, never will they be rid of my sins. So much has happened, yet this is only the beginning. The pain is only the beginning.
Surrounding me is a pool filled with darkness. It rolls off my bare wings; rolling off my swollen face. I cry out, willing myself to believe that it will be over. But it will never end.
My cries go unheard. No one will ever hear me; no one will ever come and save me. I’m doomed to live in this dreadful world, to watch as Moons rise and Suns set, knowing that no one will come.
Forgotten by all, shunned by all; my sorrows covers me; my ivory skin is tainted by this curse. I suffer, with no end of it in my mind, no salvation from it in my sight.
Blood must be paid, pain must be felt. Times goes on, as my life is slowly bled out, yet I shall never die. Pain must be felt, blood must be paid
Torn between two worlds, I wait for my time to end. Suns rise, and Moons set, but the pain is still there. So much has happened, but this is only the beginning. The pain is only the beginning.
I'm not sure if this is gonna work, but this picture is one i found when i did out a test... scream .I AM NOT EMO! emo !! but anyway...i really do have friends..just look at my friends list stare but the picture goes with my poem...its wicked cool..um...i mean its ok..its not that i like the blo-..i'm gonna shut up now..
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