Fallen Angel

Fallen angel

beautiful creature,

twisted in mind,

darkened in sense.

Her tears cut,

sharp as a knife,

leaving salty trials,

to burn open wounds.

Shy in appearance,

cruel in intentions,

biting the hand

that guides her way.

Betrayed by God,

living a meaningless existance,

tortured by lost love.

Meant to be hated,

teased by death.

How she wishes it would come.

Immortal forever

forced to watch

loved ones face

to where she used to be.

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torn_and_bleeding's picture

I really enjoyed this poem because I could feel the emotion, I feel you really did a great job in captivating your feelings as a fallen angel... you are really talented...