Her wings were torn
But her beauty never faltered
Though her smile did
Pain stole away her grace
And pleasure moved her to sin
Perfection tainted by temptation
He who gave her life
Also gave her reason to hate it
"Death come" she beckoned
Her eyes haunting in their beauty
Held in more pain than any lifetime
Yet she was foolish enough to hope
Her happiness was taken
Stolen by his own hand
Shadows left only in her memories
Bleeding feet walked her path
Of stones and knives and pens
Pouring out she was cleansed
Her mind freed for a moment
Atlas reclaiming his burden
Only to return it tenfold
Climbing mountains and molehills
With broken spirit and callused hands
She tries to remember how to fly
Raising her tattered wings in defiance
She conjures winds, an angry uproar
For a moment, she was weightless
The earth called her down
Crashing thunder driving her out
Lightning strike curses
False dreams in the heat of the night
Scorched her mind and her tongue
Fire consumes her once again
An intoxicated beauty stumbling into his arms
And he embraces her
Easing her mind till dawn
Her sweet addiction
His simple reason
Life pauses
Angels cry for their kin
Demons rejoice in frenzied madness
"Burn it down" they cry burning
Her heart left charred
Molten tears streaming out
Stone dripped down her chin
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Oceans
PoetryA collection of poetry I started writing in middle and throughout high school. I would honestly appreciate any feedback.
