You Called Me An Angel…

 

 

 

 

You called me an angel, there must be a twist

 

I've not seen an angel with scars on her wrist

 

Or blood seeping from dark cuts in her arm,

 

Have you ever seen an angel self-harm?

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An angel who writes about horror in hell

 

And darkening poems with stories to tell,

 

I thought they were beautiful and flew with white wings

 

My lullaby is not what an angel sings.

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A halo of thorns rings my scarred head

 

Not shining white, but a glistening red,

 

My dress is stained; it’s ripped and torn,

 

My eyes are dull, my expression is worn.

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An angel, well surely she lives without pain?

 

No crying or screaming or hurting again,

 

No strangled whispers of slow broken song

 

An angel you say? I'm afraid you are wrong.