Blazed pain

So many times I have fallen away
like an angel in her own disguise.
Its like my wings are now shredded
and I can no longer seem to fly.

My scars and cuts show the battles
in which I couldn't seem to win.
Now the blood stains my diary
as it shields the demons within.

For now I can feel something
in which I can't seem to explain.
It has been condoned by agony
as it turns into this blazed pain.

It lies beneath the pages of abuse
where the blood stains the black ink.
Showing my true emotions inside
each and every single time I blink.

The pictures are now smeared
the blood drawing away my fears.
Leaving behind my imperfections
after so many long dreadful years.

For it has became my passage way
where no one can seem to find.
Deep within each page leads:
to the solitude of my own mind.