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Fallen Angel
I think I have found an angel
soothing me with a hypnotic glimmer
It wasn’t heaven from where he had fallen,
but rather from the void of oblivion.
From your stoic brown eyes and hands so rugged
I cannot refrain from a constant worry.
“Why come to me,” I pondered with worry,
“How could the universe send me an angel?”
When my life isn’t nearly as rugged,
but has hope like a star’s shining glimmer.
Lost within the spaces of oblivion,
despite countless others are lost or fallen.
I wish I knew how and why you have fallen.
Why your voice is calm but heart heavy with worry.
How could you rise from the ashes of oblivion,
when those around you corrupt your being as an angel?
Why do you offer this kind, warm glimmer,
to me instead of one whose pain is dangerously rugged?
Your soul is as big a boulder, so rugged
and as honest even after you have fallen
I can’t help but be enchanted by your glimmer,
as if I have no care for my worry.
I want to be closer to you, my angel,
to connect our hearts lost in the oblivion.
You will not let me follow you into the oblivion
For my soul isn’t tainted and rugged.
What lengths you go to protect me, my dark angel,
convincing me I have not yet fallen.
I believe I am corrupt, but all you do is worry,
As if my soul is from the sunset’s pure glimmer.
My heart flutters when I feel your glimmer,
howling and mewling for you when I dream of oblivion
I fear of getting too close--no, I worry
that you and I together are disastrous and rugged.
Like past empires, we each will have fallen
And I will forever lose this protective angel
You and I worry, but our paths are only slightly rugged
For our glimmer is stronger than oblivion
We may have fallen, but I know I will always love you, my sweet angel
Hallway
A long hallway shrouded in shadow,
Air stagnant with dust and amaretto
Many a door lie before you
The secrets they keep,
Should they be revealed?
Privacy be damned!
The first door finds you blinded by light,
Bright as white yet shivers with fright
A lone girl rests in water and glass,
Deep in slumber but still speaks
“I don't…I don't wish to wake,
All come and go to waste!”
Thrown out, you are and onto the next room
This one with floors and walls tenaciously gummy
Before thee, a bed well worn but uninviting
An old crone trapped by tight sheets
Eyes widened and lips moist
“Come now, welcome yourself to my delicacies
For I am faceless love and humors to all who I see!”
A knot in your stomach, yet still you press on?
I'm impressed, but that won't last long
Quickly you exit to find salvation,
But we know that is yet to come…
An empty room of mirrors and bars
A sweet child dances with grace and wings for arms
Hypnotized, you walk towards her to sing praise,
But with a red glare, she turns and hisses
“Get out! Don't stare! I'm not ready!
My adoring audience awaits! They'll see perfection in my dance.
I must try again and again and again!”
She forced you out with a deafening shriek,
Slamming the door, you're feeling so meek
You know that day will never come
She has hope yes, but her time is done
One last door you wish to enter
One that will cement a theme of forever
The largest of them all and most ornate
Important it is, why now hesitate?
Slowly creaking, it shows a dueling dichotomy
Two women stand before you but care not for your interruption
A woman in black, beautiful yet stern
A woman in white, exhausted yet resilient
“How weak you are,” says the onyx lady,
“The emotions you keep will bleed you dry
Throw them away and think of only yourself.”
“Nonsense!” howls the ivory vagabond,
“You are meant to feel these thoughts,
How cruel to think of them as pests when they are fantastic allies.”
Their bickering never ceases, and you can't leave
Their arguing leads to gunshots and flesh being torn apart
All while you helplessly watch
Don't you want it to end?
Don't you want to stop the war in your mind?
Don't
You
Want
To
End
It
All?