I Made the Angels Cry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I draw my inspiration by the cards that were dealt to me in life. Though hardship occurred I am no different than any other man.

Submitted: June 15, 2012

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Submitted: June 15, 2012



I sit alone at night trying to hide my pain

With bottle, needle, or razor the same.

Darkened eyes in a blood shot shame

I became the demon behind the pane.

I look in the mirror and do not see the me I use to be.

My smile is faded, my tears are dry

I pray for one last drink for awhile

The bottle falls, the needle breaks

The lungs asphyxiate as I shake

My prayer answered it is done

No pain, no pleasure all is done

You laughed at me and pried my shame

I have left now in this dying game.

A game of life with no spins left

I broke your heart with all the rest

Do you still laugh as you see me now?

Six feet under your dreams are plowed

I lay at rest in a lil’ pine box

And watch you weep what you could not stop

You saw the signs and heard my cries

But shrugged them off and called them lies

My jokes, my dreams, my romance too

All ended in impending doom

I think it will be alright

Until I see my angel cry

The tears run black her heart is gone

Her life, her dreams and soul are washed away in this onslaught

Her heart slows there’s nothing left she falls into the dying pit.

Upon the box she does lie

Staring at me with gorgeous eyes

I scream so loud I do awake

Only to find it was a dream

A dream of truth of lies the same

I cried for help it never came

I look around to find a light

Ignite I say to my own fright

A dream it was not I’m in my doom

To feel the pain of the ones with love

It stabs at me and rips at me

My eyes are gone again

I scream a loud praying for an end

My heart is torn my soul is gone

Alone I walk for now on

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