Unholy demonic voices are choking me
They are trying to tell me who and what to believe
Barren desert all around
Blood raining down from the clouds
Gnarled tree branches reaching for me

This unholy desert is killing me
Draining what's left of my spirit out of me
Strangling, crushing, choking my soul from me
Get away from me
I fear my God has forsaken me

Unholiness is winning tonight
The gnarled tree branches hand me a knife
I realize the blood raining down is mine
I'm crumpled to the ground
To breathe no more

The unholy landscape fades away
The only thing left is the silence of a million angels crying
The demons cackle dragging me away

Then even these are gone
The only thing left are the girl the blood and the knife

I particularly liked this part. I like how you refered to it as a desert. Sad, lonely, dry. God forsakening you in the desert. It seems fitting.


Sorry I just liked that correlation.

Well done, post more.

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Wow,
That is very deep, and powerful.
I understand the whole poem, and it actually makes
alot of sence to me.
It has SO much strength to it.
I really like it, its another type of poem, where I can
visualize every single word you wrote.
You have a really strong creative mind, and thats what I
love.
Amazing work, and I would love to read more!

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Always Live Life To The Fullest,
And Never Take Anything For Granted!

i loved you so much
you hurt me so bad
i don't know what to do
you made me so sad
i ran the knife down my arm
the blood falls down
down to the ground
mingling with tears on the sheets
i want to run the knife across my throat
slit it quickly and fall to the floor
you made me hate myself even more
so please just walk out the door
as the knife clatters to the floor
my last thought is of you
i thought you would at least love me for something
so thanks honey
thanks for nothing

I liked the use of rhyming words here.

Loved that line!

That last bit struck me the most. I love it.

Keep posting!

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See the broken angel
With lovely broken wings
Always trying to soar
Yet landing on the floor

See the broken angel
With beautiful pain filled eyes
Wishing so badly to fly
In the beautiful skies

See the broken angel
Lying on the floor
Blood pouring from her wrists
Not wanting to do this anymore

No more broken angel
But can't you see
Mommy the angel on the floor
That angel It was me