Angels Cried
Spiritual beings taking flight
A soul left void, without hope
Darkness devours internal light
Sliding to hell on a slippery slope
Plans are made for annihilation
Fear becoming a permanent guest
Walking a path toward extermination
Left alone, on this unholy quest
Angels, turned away and cried
As the child’s spirit slowly died
Trembling hands caress the knife
To the sadist, I'm tightly entwined
A single path, will end my strife
As latent memories haunt my mind
Every night, reliving my anguish
Haunting laughter, piercing screams
Monster, that can never be vanquished
Residing permanently in my dreams
Angels, turned away and cried
As the child’s spirit slowly died
Slowly my knife crosses each wrist
Eyes growing heavy, heart slowing
Finally I'll be free of my antagonist
The blood eventually quits flowing
Familiar hands, tying familiar knots
Rough hands branding my young skin
Killing myself such a foolish thought
In the clutches of the sadist once agin
The Angels, turned away and cried
Knowing my eternal fate, when I died
Copyright © Anthony Nutter | Year Posted 2013
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