"Soring on the wings of an angel"
- Soring = SOARING
"The angels wings were burning
And ashes drove us to the ground
And as she took her last breath
My demons pulled her down"
[The angels wings were burning,
ashes drove us to the ground
And as she took her last breath
my demons pulled her down]
- You used and way too much in one stanza, took away from the purity/poeticness of it
"They ripped my flesh from my bones"
[They ripped away my flesh from bones]
- Gets the point across without over using certain words. (my)
The last stanza kind of confused me, but at t he same time it made sense. I would suggest going over it and maybe changing a few things to make it flow better. But, your poem is quite nice. I haven't read a really dark poem in a long time, which I liked. But, I'm still glad I read this. You did good with the emotional setting and the imagery.