Weeping Angel

Weeping Angel

A Poem by dramamine

The angel weeps while she falls into a deep sleep.

Fading into oblivion, never to awake again. 

Drained of the things that kept her sane.

Restrained by the pain, chained by the cocaine.

She’s now confined within the demon’s domain.

Filled with shame. 

Drenched by the pitiful rain. 

Tainted by the ones she once loved.

This is her punishment.

Deprived of all things innocent.

The truth was made of lies.

Things she could not defy.

Things she could not deny.

Never had time to say goodbye.

Before she ran away, it was too late.

The past was engraved into her fate.

She only ever hated, the armor plate could not shield.

Her words peeled away my decaying soul, I could no longer conceal.

She could no longer feel. She had created a black hole that no one could control.

I am left apathetic, with only her blank eyes injecting false love into my

brain.

We’ve both gone insane, while the angel continues to weep banishing us to repeat forevermore.

© 2015 dramamine


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the past engraved into her fate - what a tragic line... if we could only move away from that past sometimes and not dwell on it, allowing it to become engrained, we might have a chance... when first reading this i saw a drug addicted mother (an angel) slowly dying and a child witnessing it, felling left alone in a dark world... deep, dark and intense but well written

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the past engraved into her fate - what a tragic line... if we could only move away from that past sometimes and not dwell on it, allowing it to become engrained, we might have a chance... when first reading this i saw a drug addicted mother (an angel) slowly dying and a child witnessing it, felling left alone in a dark world... deep, dark and intense but well written

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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