Sorrowful angel

*NOTE: this poem was inspired by the picture that is on my profile....enjoy*

Sorrowful angel

With ink black wings that resemble ravens loving night, he soars the night abyss. Dark morbid wings of a wounded angel, so ripped and torn apart by this uncaring world of unseeing eyes. Wings that spread from the middle of his pale back down his spine, forever being his only reminder and escape from the life he has endured.

Marble like skin, ice cold to the touch. Twisted and turns of veins and muscles wind themselves through his tormented body. His lithe body, through appears to be very gaunt, is quite limber; Flat abs and muscular arms are on display for all to see.

Eyes like cold night, closed off to a world filled with lies, deceit and betrayal. Eyes of deep brown, eyes of deep dark cold, eyes he shows to a cold dark world. Within his eyes I can feel his pain, sense his emotion. I walk into this cold dark room and he is there waiting it seems for an end, an answer, a reason as to why.

His lips so warm though, unlike his eyes, his lips radiate warmth and passion in them. Black rose petals, lips of an angel kiss this world goodbye. Kiss the rain for the last time and shall leave behind a final kiss upon this earth for all those damned like himself.

Feel with my own hands, his marble like cold flesh, feel his cold eyes bore into my own warm wide blue eyes. Touch his skin; his ragged mangled ink black hair, taste the hopelessness and bitterness that run through his veins.

His spiked collar like an anchor, forever binding him here and to the endlessness and the tragedy he must have endured. See with my own eyes and feel with my own hands and heart the result of this fallen angel; this angel of sorrow.