Dying Angel

by Hannah Horror   Sep 11, 2006


The beauty of a dying angel,

break her shedding wings.

Catch the falling corpse,

from the slayer kings.

Sharpe, violent hate,

rape me to feel alive.

Blood shed men,

needed to survive.

Strike the smooth blade,

deep into her womb.

Blood, unbearable pain,

sending your child to it's early tomb.

SO much suffering,

the stench filled cage.

The Innocent little girl

crying naked on the stage.

Piercing needles,

easing the weight.

The ending has been made,

everyone lives up to their fate.

God's not here anymore,

he left a long time ago.

All those who believe,

deep down really know.

This place is the truth,

we all live it everyday.

Bodies, everywhere step by step

rotting air and decay.

Watch him kill her,

as he breaks his own heart.

She knew he would slaughter her,

right from the very start.

Love, such a precious gift,

only if it doesn't kill you first.

Squeezing organs tight

so one by one they burst.

I laugh as your blood sprays,

drinking in the heat.

The liquid like molten lava,

raining down tastes so sweet.

Do as you will,

nothing can change what you've done.

All you want to know,

you wont change to what you want to become.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Esther

    So sad...So sorrowful...So Wonderful!! 5!

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