Tears Of An Angel

She Walks At A Steady Pace,
Quickly Making Her Way Home.
Her Eyes Are Filling With Tears,
She Just Wants To Be Alone.

She Locks Herself In Her Room,
Grabs The Knife She Keeps Aside.
The Sweet Stinging Is Sort Of New,
It's Been A While Since The Last Time.

She Watches The Blood Make A Trail,
Down Her Trembling, Scarred Arm.
Crimson And Cool, Her Tears Fall,
There's A Pool From All Her Self Harm.

She Slices Deeper Into Her Skin,
Until There's Just Gashes Everywhere.
Her Eyes Flicker, The Room Goes Dark,
Her Silent Body Just Lies There.

She Sees From A New View Above,
What She Had Done To Herself.
The Carpet Drowned In Blood,
And No One Coming In To Help.

She Regrets Taking Her Life,
She Wants To Undo That Day.
Why Did She Choose That Escape?
Why Didn't She Stop Before It Was Too Late?

She Punished Herself When She Was Alive,
Now She's Just Punished Forever.
An Angel, Haunted By Her Scars,
That Follow Her Around Wherever.

She's Lonely In The Heavens,
Her Stupid Actions Take Their Toll.
Her Wings Are Ragged And Torn,
She's A Fallen Angel Without A Soul.

©® September 2005
Ciermae B.