Fallen Blooded Angel

Stand and stare,
As I rise.
Feathers white float from my back.
A blade in one hand,
My blood in the other.
Eyes peeling at my naked flesh, waiting,
Burning without fire.
You see my soulless eyes plead,
My lips whisper prayers,
My forsaken body.
Watch the knife,
Watch it.
It slices through my pale skin,
And again those fibres snap.
My fallen feathers are flecked with blood,
Those pure thoughts dead,
So am i.
What happened?




Poetry by deathsdestiny
Read 712 times
Written on 2006-11-28 at 18:34

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