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.
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...