ShaneM Original Poetry Collection

Breath From An Angel

As I wish, I wish for death. To control every breath being weighted by a stress known only to compress the chest. For I can only ever barely breathe, stabbed lungs were taken while angels leave. A dizziness comes from loss, but not that of an item or person. That from blood pouring through veins, veins that whisper only your name. Told an angel by devil the pain must be scared to call of that nature. To hate sure of a deadly compression of the lungs and chest only from anxiety and breaking. Fists shaking and the theft of light, taking. I no longer know what I am speaking of. The ground I do not feel above. Under, I drown in the earth as if the hell of me is only that of an inch under surface, to only be specified of a deceiving for every. I admire of this to be my last, I can barely breathe as I rarely seethe words from you; my Angel. Compression of a blade to skin from visions of compression of bottles drained into those wounded lungs. Memories alone stung and burned to breathe, it burned to seethe as demons and puzzles wreathe my presence. I unwrap presents I expect Christmas coal. Coal heated heart deep black into my veins and thoughts I stole. I swear are not mine; I would never spend so much time in a place represents coal. Hills of dark rocks that dirty you as the touch in death come crawling through light. Thirty of the demons explode into war with an erode of angels only for an end road. I love of that, I love of you. My Angel, I am able to breathe but only through a tube. My breath I deserve, you give. Love I reserve to be given to though only one but many. Compassion with sterling eyes refuse to be any. From passed in your heart I breathe from your lungs, I fall apart to find the pieces and put them back together for a forever you act as weather. To be at one a deadly storm with a black feather, to another for a beautiful form without choice of whether. Compression released backwards by your wings I sting into a flying compassion of love, of you to be my breath for a death I can only heath transformed into a land. I stand for your hand, only so I can strand your love through my fingertips and become of that to be dips into your kiss of softened lips. You are my breath; you are what courses through my head. You are the blue of red, the live for dead, and you are my bed. Where I lay at peace, but only with you. For a love true I do color blue for a cold air to see the breath you hand I. Cry to a sky of clouds you are aloud in my ears and darling, my breath for you cheers. I close my eyes to see darkness but light, the fight through the night you're by my side and for that I hide. Hide in you, for I was never breathing true. My Angel, my breath, my death of theft I love and for you I above the ground to hear a sound, I. Love. You.

9/30/15