A blooming mind

Poem 15

My angel,

My Jesus Christ on a cross,

Pull my hand,

And dance with me in hell.

I'm praying for a saving grace,

But I'm only getting stabbed,

With fire arrows.

The poison is running,

Through my veins to the core.

They say I'm evil, but they're wrong,

Because I'm a falling angel.

From the seventh sky to the ground,

While crying tears of anger.

Let them villainize me,

If that's the best way to calm them down.

Anger is a poison,

And mine is making me suffer every night.

I lost my heart,

Screaming until my voice had gone.

Pain on my chest,

Wanting the world to fall apart.

I was betrayed by Father.

They say he's perfect,

But he kicked his own son out,

Let people say mean things to me,

Not knowing the truth.

I only wanted to be loved,

But now this word became worse than hate.