A Lil'Piece of Heaven Spiked With Hell
Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city
A dark silhouette against the flashing lights
Watching the despair and vulnerability
Of the unaware mortals with lack of sight.
They don’t see his kind or the dangers that awaits
Around every turn; in every aspect of their lives
For only their suffering and blood will sedate
The demons hungers; only the strong survives
He should be their protector, their saviour
But he’s fallen; light tainted by the dark
He chose her; sweet lips and divine flavor
So now he bares the lost wings mark
Those who’s fallen from God’s grace
Destined to roam the earth for eternity
A despaired and forgotten race
Consumed by Satin’s insanity
He basked in Heaven’s serenity and light
But he turned his back for the sin of lust
The tantalizing feel of her flesh each night
Pleasure so strong it peaks to combust
And sends him spiraling over the edge
Deeper and deeper he slips down
Closer to Hell; further from Heaven’s refuge
Forsaken and alone he is forever bound
To watch man live, love and die
To see remorse and God’s forgiveness
Never to know it and breach the sky
Once more; filled with hate and wrongness
He’s a lil’piece of heaven spiked with hell
An angel who has lost his way
Jealous of man, so normal and frail
Capable of only watching each day
Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012
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