I live in the aftermath of my dreams
Broken and shattered and torn at the seams
I want to fall down...give up and scream
"Love defy me! Don't play on my team!"

All had gone well I was busy with things
Too busy in fact to notice black wings
Escorted by a halo, attached by strings
My soul is dark, and moans as it sings

Evil was I, an arch-angel from hell
"Begging for Mercy", an act I must sell
I crawled on my knees, and rang the dark bell
Disgraced by the story that I had to tell

My guilt left me ridden and plagued with pain
I knew nothing of love but I knew of disdain
My life, I would pay for forcing this rain
To fall within the Innocent's brain

Back to the Poetry Table of Contents!
Back to the Main Page!
Make your own free website on Tripod.com