“DARK ANGEL”
You were my angel.
Your strong hands can pull me up from trouble.
Your wings can protect me from harm.
You can let the sun come out and shine when it was raining on me.
Then one day, my world turned upside down.
I needed my angel.
And you were there.
Came like a lightning from the sky.
I gave you my soul to hide.
I gave you all my trust.
The same way a meek sheep would trust its shepherd.
And you gave me all the comfort I needed.
You brought me to a beautiful place.
A place I have never seen before.
You surely know what makes me happy.
And I hugged you as a sign of gratitude.
But as the moon shown down from heaven,
The wind turned cold.
I felt your skin burning, almost like you were on fire.
Then I looked up to see your face.
I have never felt so afraid.
My beautiful angel has turned into a monster.
I can see your eyes burning.
But at the same time, your tears were falling.
I stood there like a statue.
Too numb to move.
Then slowly you planted your sharp fangs down my neck.
And sucked my blood till my toes were white.
I fell like a kite without a string.
I felt my vision start fading,
You picked me up with your trembling hands.
And stared at me like a frightened sinner.
The fire in your eyes was replaced with unbearable guilt.
Your skin was now cold as ice.
You knew, soon I will be gone.
I heard you say, “What have I done?”
Then you screamed with all your might,
And sent the trees shivering with fright.
I saw Death sitting like a vulture on a rock.
I can only whisper, “Goodbye angel, goodbye”.
I held out to Death without hesitations.
And Death carried away my soul, as you held on to my body.
I can see you shake it, hoping to bring me back.
So why did you kill me, Angel?
Everyday, when I come to visit that fateful place,
I see my angel holding on to my body.
I thought, even the strongest angel has his own demon.
And when he entertained his demon, the price was me.
My angel gave me up.
But why does he want me back?
My angel doesn’t know some sins are not just “trial and error”.
Some sins are simply… error.
-got this from a magazine named Undergound.. might help.. and i have to say i really like this poem.. simple but striking