How could I have done this to her? Why did I end her sweet sweet voice and lullaby heart beat? I can't believe she's gone. She's so pale. The red blood flowing down her cheek. Admiring its sick beauty, my lips twitch into a smile so sinister. My eyes grow dark with grief. I close her eyes, the windows to her innocent but now empty soul. She looks so pained. Who am I to deny such a beauty her comfort? A thief is what I am. Of her life,of her beauty. I silenced one of the angels. My little angel, yes she is mine. Unfortunately the angel made a sound as I held the gun to her head, a sound I didn't like. So I pulled the trigger and now she's dead. Why didn't she say what I wanted her to say? That doesn't matter now that she lye with her heart that musn't shatter. I grab the rose from the blood and placed it in her hand. And as I stood to watch my little angel the voices tell me I must dangle. From the noose I tied so neat. I'm afraid I am a twisted Dr.Suess, what a treat. Who would've thought today was "our" day? Through my smile I'll say what she didn't, "I love you my angel. Now say goodnight so I can end this horrible fright." With that being said i fall with a small drop and a quick stop. -Poem #1 of my new series (The Deathly Angels)
