A beating heart is all I have, one filled with pain and darkness. A mockingbird lost in a room of sound, I sit here listen , breathe,then drown. My wings broken as I am weighed down, though I do not make a sound. I am a monster to this world, locked in a cage, filled with rage. Waiting to be unleashed upon the world. My soul lingering in the dark Void of my mind, sweet whispers sing a soft chime. I am at birth nothing but a crime. Something that shouldn't have been made, something so big and grave. Striking fear into those who appose me, sadly no one cares to truly know me. Sitting here in the dark, I look for that tiny spark , of light that can guide my way. To a place that is beautiful ... Yet to say I thought I had, but was tricked and dragged , beaten and bruised. I still missed you . The dark wrapping around me like a nice friend . Once again we could amend. Sitting there lonely and almost afraid , I watch as the light would dig my grave.
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Poems Of a Dark Angel
PoetryPoems I've made. Keep in mind , a lot of these may be depressing because my best work is when I'm about to have a mental break down . So if you can't Handel depressing things , don't read this book. ~ Jenx
