Damien and the Seraph
Dark Prince rise,
From your self-made tomb,
Once again,
I am ready to be consumed,
Take half my wing,
Give me half a horn,
Brake my halo in two,
Tonight,
I am born.
I need both sides to feed me life,
But I must ask you kindly.
Who am I?
A seraph from above?
Or a fiend with no love?
The mundane thought is tearing me apart,
In an insane world I'm holding my heart,
Memories bully my fragile mind,
Pictures of a cold, abandoned time.
How much longer with this cross on my back?!
Any more and all my strength I will lack.
Wings, aureole;
Half my soul.
Horns, tails;
Have my Hells.
Copyright © Chris Gaitan | Year Posted 2006
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