Eden Part 1

An angelic figure glides among the damned One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human More like something in between the lines of both barely hanging onto the title With eyes that paralyze, and pierce the very soul Eyes that can stop the beating of he heart, the breath from ones very chest That can chill the blood that courses through a delta of veins Eyeliner charcoal tears from a broken heart cascade down flawless porcelain cheeks and lips that curve into the perfect heart melting smile All placed upon a porcelain face of an angel who is not an angel A damned soul walks among the graced prescence of the angel who is not an angel yet not human She speaks in empty verses through the ink that flows through the river Styx encased in her very veins An emptiness on the inside she ignores as the hole grows bigger as days pass She hovers in a place that is not a place Drifting in between realities as she pleases, preferring the place that is not a place Where white roses grow under a bleeding moon that cries out to the shadows Drifting from there to a false reality Where friends are not friends and love is always just out of a finger tip's reach A reality where people hurt other people, step on them and use them without second thoughts Victimized, she drowns in her thoughts and sorrow. She stands alongside listening to the empty shell as it criticizes her once more Drifting, falling into a catatonic state in a place that is not a place Grey eyes glazing over at a reflective surface, drowning so far into thought, suffocating... Filling lungs with thoughts that feel like liquid lead, liquid poison that feeds the soul A command brings her crashing back, the accident far too tragic to fix The empty shell snaps, walks away and continues on her way Turning the damned, by chance of fate, paralyzed with awe and fear comes face to face with an angel that is not an angel Her breath catches, her heart stops, all in a beautiful simultaneous death, that is not exactly a death.. In the prescience of an angel, who's not an angel You feel at peace for once, like nothing can go wrong. You feel like there's hope and love that was once so far out of reach encases itself in ones heart. Their eyes connect, brown to blue She's frozen there, glued to the spot Caught in his angelic gaze she feels safe, at home, at peace She apologizes quietly, for having disrupted the path of an angel, and slips away Desperately wishing to turn back and speak more, but far too shy to