Falling Feathers: My Poetry Book

Damnation

Smiles like an Angel's wings;
So soft and ever so light.
Loving like an Angel's halo;
So pure and ever so bright.

And though I may be dark and scaled,
I may be demonic and dull,
You'll always be lonely, even if,
Your company is always full.

But you knew so much more than I:
Like love, and amity,
And I was trapped in a cold embrace,
Full of pain, I had no clarity.

So you may often look at me,
With disgust your eyes are laced.
And I may often look to you,
Unafraid to lift my face.

You can think what you will of me:
That you are better, even the best!
But I am not like you, not any longer,
So my shames I lay to rest.

I was once your Angel too,
I bared your monotonous crest,
I once served your purpose too,
Conformed like all the rest.

But rebel I did, my soul is damned,
And I did hang my head;
Now I stand tall! Free Will, I have,
I'm glad, though others are dead...

For God is so cruel, twisted,
Such a gnarled Creator.
God is a broken thing,
And I was, to it, a traitor.

A traitor to that wicked plan,
So I was punished, and cast down.
Into sulphur, endless flames,
And boiling oil, in which I drown.

I would choose to die, if it meant,
I wouldn't have to fall.
Hearing all those screams around me,
Agony for us all.

They say it's my fault, 'I crossed a line'
But I could never even cry.
My eyes are bloodshot, hard and dark,
And down in Jahannam, I beg to die.

I am chained, stuck here, forever,
Blamed for all of your sins;
It is not my fault that you cannot see,
The evil beneath your skin!

For, though you think that you are
Truly good and kind;
Your corrupt mind and dirty hands
Can never be left behind.

You are not like me at all,
Your thoughts are truly rotten.
You might lock those things far away,
But they will never be forgotten.