Dead Night

Dead Night

A Poem by Winter Red Tears
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When you're heart is pounding, and the angels cry for you, would you be able to stand up to fear? Better yet, will you be able to live with the fear?

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A shatter is heard
and along with my fragile heart
all the pieces fall to the floor

Thum-Thump Thum-Thump

Pounding in your head
Ringing in your ears
Your heart lays in the hands of a ice cold claw
No where to run
You can't hide

Drip Drop Drop Drop

The Angels were watching over
because now their tears are falling down
I mix my own with theirs
hoping I'd be accepted up there with them
I can't find my place 
down here with the rest

A scream rings and lingers in the air
A yell echoes through the walls 
The Angels are helping, covering me from it
I shove it all away

I don't want to get away
This is a moment I've been dreaming of
To feel alive
To feel the line between life and death
To fight for my life
To ensure my survival

The night goes on.
The Angels have left me
I carry all my burdens
all my fears and troubles
onto my shoulders

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Alone I stand on a pitch black sea
Looking on ahead
there is nothing for me to reach for
nothing for me to go back to
no reflection down there that will answer me

A single clear tear
drops and the ripples reach to the ends
'The End' has reached to me first. 

© 2012 Winter Red Tears


Author's Note

Winter Red Tears
I ... wasn't really thinking of anything when I typed this, so I hope it will make sense and still somewhat flow. If you had a favourite part, please do tell which!

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Added on July 27, 2012
Last Updated on July 27, 2012
Tags: fear, life, death, angel

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Winter Red Tears
Winter Red Tears

Toronto, Onatrio, Canada



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Hey there, fail writer here at your service. I'm not giving personal info out, but feel free to call me any of the 3 letters in my penname. I love reading and writing, but I suck at it. I began to rea.. more..

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