A crack is heard

This is a very long poem story about a mentally disturbed individual- it has a suicide in it, it is not meant for younger readers at all, let me know if it gets dull. I am not sure what I was on when I wrote this, maybe you can tell me- just review, okay- CC is gladly welcomed.

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Fallen Angel

A crack is heard

From a far off distant place

But I can feel the impact

As if that something were hitting me

I jerk forward

and fall to the ground

I can almost see the blood

I can almost feel the pain

vision blurring

life leaving

like the scarlet on the floor

and I can hear someone screaming

in the far off distant place

sounds familiar

I try to stop it

they're taking him away

away from me

this wasn't supposed to happen

this isn't supposed to happen

come back to me

I still need you

And I can't believe you're gone

he's going

from that far off distant place

hysterics in the background

I wish they would shut up

maybe then he will come back

as he simply floats away from things-

as if Hades' sullen messengers

spontaneously grew wings

come back

suddenly their faces appear

into focus

oh yeah

I was at the party

but I'm in a hospital now

they said I collapsed

when?

I did?

Can I go home now?

It was all a dream I guess

Home is great

nothing to do

kinda boring really

but I can take that

until tomorrow

when reality comes back and I have to face the living

instead of my false dreams

they are false, right?

I should have known

angels aren't immortal

with gossamer wings

in the claws of demons

angels fallen

and angels disappeared

But there's no tears for me

don't need tears

I can't stop crying inside

I think I'm drowning

with a smile on my face

in my sable dress

as they all smile sympathetically

poor child

poor little girl

For my fallen angel

laid out in polished wood

with a flower covering

the silver and scarlet badge

that marks the passing

of my angel

who didn't deserve

his life

and death that I

felt

and saw

and knew

and experienced

For the demon

who took his claws

into the angel

who drew them out and watched him fall

with a smile

and a laugh

raucous

that was me

who felt him die

because I thought

I should let go

should have never met him

Ya think?

My fault, my fault

he's dead

my fallen angel

fallen to demons

fallen to me

fallen forever

out of grace

out of life

I know he wasn't

murdered

I know how he died

I saw it

I swear

why won't you

believe me

don't you care

I saw it

I swear

I

swear

stop yelling at me

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

misguided

too weak a word

all I can say is

fallen

it was because of me

that I'm drowning

that he's dead

that he's gone

I'm

sorry

I will repay

the debt I

opened

think of me often

with a smile

as I was

before

push past you

not worth your time

can't save me

I can redeem myself

smile

wow

up high

guess now I see

if angels can fly

spread-eagled in the sky

or if it is true

as I know it is

demon children don't fly

I hang for a minute

as if I were an angel

it's a facade

I'm still a demon child

my stomach

feels sick

at least the

dead

don't get

the flu

huh

its not that odd at all

all fallen angels fall

when their souls to devil they sell

condemned to spend a life in hell

that's when the angel-demon children fell.

From somewhere above the scarlet river

That pools

huh

not strange at all

A crack is heard

From a far off distant place

But I can feel the impact

As the ground hits me

I jerk forward

and fall to the ground

I can see the blood

I can feel the pain

vision blurring

life leaving

like the scarlet on the floor

and I can hear someone screaming

in the far off distant place

sounds familiar…

~End~

I find this poem mildly disturbing….let me know if you like it but think it goes on and on and on and would like me to shorten it- well, I have presented this for your opinion- R&R, and don't hesitate to e-mail!

Shini

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