Awakening Fallen Angel 20

A fire raged in his mind so fierce
that his eyeballs bled and imploded
as sweat poured from every possible orifice
desperately attempting to extinguish hate fuelled flames.

He crawled and scampered
smashing buildings into mounds of death
ripping throats from non-believers with his bare hands
as hounds sent from above chased and mauled his sodden stumps.

Blood flowed where he had been,
leading him to where he was fleeing
as a storm dismantled his ribcage,
causing him to carry a rotten heart, in a mangled palm.

He looked to the heavens, blinking through darkness
yet his sight had long deserted him, the fire had seen to that.

He called on man to help, but could only hear laughing
then finger pointing amongst a world of 'I told you so's'

Nature grabbed an arm, and tore it from it's socket
beating him severely to a road-kill splattering of a former man.

The beast that had long since drove his mind
clambered out from his ear, like a crash victim.

Leaving him in a pile of his own bile and sinew
it began to chew on his exposed lungs.

Those that once sung such wretched tunes
'the tower' his hiding place, came to mind.

'The Tower?!'
He sat upright, bolt upright
checked his heart and his hands
he could see?!
But had he seen too much.
Was this his fate?
Could he ever win against faith?
Was his power now powerless?

I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.