Crushed By An Angel

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I really don't know how else to describe it other then how I felt when one of my best friends stabbed me in the back and then died in a horrible accident. It only took me a moment to write this poem, but it took me my lifetime to put the feelings together.

Submitted: November 17, 2012

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Your Angel Wings

 

What's more to life

Then the lies

You've told to my face

Right into my eyes

 

What's more to life

Then the cries

Of endless pain

To an empty god

 

Take my hand

We'll fly high

On burning wings

Of faithless love

 

Ghosts will look up

And mourn our living hell

Sighing and crying

They have their stories to tell

 

We'll just fly by

With our burning limbs

Our lives are lost

All this tragic sin...

 

Fuck what they say

This torture will never end

Burning and flying

Our dismay is just the beginning

 

And now we are falling

At a million miles an hour

We'll land like a meteor

Our bodies torn and sour

 

We'll be writhing in pain

No one will save us

No one will forgive us

We'll still burn with this hate.

 

Stab my heart

Hope to die

Stick a needle

In my eye

 

Boil me until

I fry

Torture me until

I cry

 

But just don't leave me

Here, all alone

This living hell

Is far to strong

 

I'll die, you know

I'll lay here, fully aware

That you left me

Here to burn.

 

Mount on your angel wings

Still white and pure as snow

Leave me crushed under the weight of the world

But my own darkness crushes me more.

 

I'll crumple up

And disappear

Like a grain of sand

In the wind.

 

I'll burn into ashes

Without you by my side,

I'll turn to dust with

A far away look in my dead eyes

 

This is all I have to say now,

I'm far to weak...

I watched you fly away without guilt

And I knew that I was all alone in this world.

 

I want the purity I was too disgusting to have,

But the only thing I have now is myself.

Full of demons, I'll depart from the hell

And go with the ghosts, my own story to tell.

 

 

~Written by Haley Langston~


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