My Dark Angel

by Amy   Sep 1, 2004


Every one has an angel
Who watches from above
To make them feel safe
And always feel loved

But my angel is different
She lives amongst fire
And smells of grim stone
Fills me with sinful desire

She has flowing black hair
And blue piercing eyes
With a flicker of purple
That blazes then dies

Her touch is like ice
That runs chills up your spine
With just one glance
She can corrupt your mind

Shes wears black robes
All ripped and torn
She makes people suffer
Takes delight when they mourn

She whispers to children
While they lay in bed
And lures them to her
To her throne of the dead

As she sits and watches
As in pain, they scream
Sipping on blood
With in excitement, her eyes gleam

She can take on many shapes
Be whoever she likes
In her palace of pain
Victims are impaled on spikes

As blood drips from the walls
And screams echo on the wind
And every moment
Is one filled with sin

A lake of fire
Blazes all around
When she throws in a child
She loves the sound

My dark angel
Appears before me each night
When its dark outside
And there is no trace of light

She whispers to me softly
Come and join me my dear
You'll be so much happier
In my kingdom of fear

I close my eyes tight
To make her go away
But until morning light
There she stays

She wont give up
She has chosen me
I am in her sight
Nothing else can she see

Soon my strength
Will completely be gone
And i will follow her
To where the sun never dawn

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  • 19 years ago

    by unprotected lover

    wow i wish i had that talent i feel like a child compared to you. you have such talent try to get these in a book. you are awesome

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    You completely amaze me!! I mean your poetry is so awesome! This piece is amazing!!

  • 19 years ago

    by Unseen Exposure

    Amazing job... I loved it!

  • 19 years ago

    by MelindaJoy

    Ypu do great work Amy, and I love reading your stuff. I sometimes feel like your poems come true. I love the way you write. Keep up the good job!

  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    wow, this poem is very good.