A crimson tear slides down a pale white face,
Leaving a stain in its place.
Blood red feathers and broken wings,
Carring misfortune that life brings.
Dull, dark, and sullen eyes,
Crimson tears she silently cries.
Corrupted by this life on earth,
Taken for granted for what she was worth.
Black clouds surround her, blood begins to flow,
An angry wind awakens and begins to blow.
Rain runs red, as she collapses and falls,
Pain and agony etched on her face.
Somber eyes tell the sad truth,
Of how she came to be.
Weary from the battle, she is ready to give in.
Having treaded on dangerous ground,
In the shadows where evil lurks,
A blasphemer from the depths of hell,
Impervious to the harsh night,
Reaches out from the dark,
Taking hold and ending all the suffering,
Paints the darkness with an angel’s demise.
~4gottenangel~