She is a young soul, that has been through a strain full of hell. Her skin is soft but burns from the flames beneath her outer shell. In her mind her thoughts race and captivate the pain, of what she had done with a life lived in vain.
Alone in her somber she kneels at night to pray, to hopefully move on from the torture she lived in so many ways. At night she dreams of a night she doesn't cry, she only wishes the memories of the past would just fall away from her and die.
So many times she has been broken down and decieved, sometimes there is just nothing more for her to wonder or even believe. She feels the many eyes of demons watching her at night as she drifts off to sleep her memory of visions begin to take flight.
The burdens of her past are beating on her back, the repression of her memories have turned her wings from white to black. A fallen angel, a broken soul but with alot of her heart she still wants to give, she wonders if anyone will be willing to accept, with all the life she has lived.
The morning light brings a new day without desperation, she swallows the pills without hesitation. To some its so many just to wash the pain away inside, but its gets her through the day cause her feeings are many and too hard to hide.
Today the world surrounds her and the darkness is a night gone in the past, but another night awaits to cut her like glass. But for now the birds above have a song to sing, maybe a moment to forgive for what the past had to bring.
Written by Michele Cannon. (this is only a draft)
9 years ago
