Black Winged Angel
Slowly...ever so slowly...
White transition to shades of gray and black
Fallen into darkness...
Falling into oblivion...
Falling into the abysses shadow...
Falling...falling...falling...
Others...plead your name...
Calling for you...
But you can't see them...
You can't hear them...
They always try to help...
But deep...deep down...
You always try...to ignore them...
Walk down a path...
A path you can't see...
A path hard for anyone to follow...
Through rain...through snow...
Walking fast or slow...
Through obstacles...through clearings...
But still you can't help this feeling...
Of being lost...
Keep walking...keep falling...
Keep going...sooner or later...
You're going to stop dead...
In your tracks...
Open your eyes...
Expose your blood red pupils...
Open your mind...
Expose your evil side...
Open your wings...
And fly...
It's depressing...maddening...saddening...
For the others to eye witness...
A blacked winged angel...
Born from the deep abyss...
Copyright © Kris Basuel | Year Posted 2006
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