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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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