Angel Of Death
Posted in Poems on February 28th, 2011 by Phili wake and crawl from my
dark, urine filled bottle
to sniff the outside air,
to feel the lifebreath
of the joysoaked sun.
yet it is too much to bear;
shrouded by woe, my wings,
which once carried me to her arms,
shrivel to dust.
happiness lays at my feet,
in ashes.
with the blowing wind
while my hope is scattered,
i return to the shadows
to suck my own blood.
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