To a suffering soul...

This poem sucks.
Everything I've ever written...

Have you ever heard of me?
I am the one who haunts you in your sleep...

On the rooftops
We all are standing...

I lived.
This life has seen me before...

I know that I'm a fallen angel,
Lost here, in waiting...

A burn across her face,
Scarred for life...

Through this opaque, dark place
She smiles...

Take a kiss,
It's all I have to give...

One last breath
Before I go...

Sweet little angel of darkness,
God hath withered away...

This place,
so real...