I felt this tearing through my skin,
like a dull bladed knive,
still seemingly cutting away the cloth.
The skin bleeds at both sides,
and the blood pours from the crevices,
that are created from the pushing,
of the objects within me.
I can feel my shoulders tearing from my limbs,
yet they are not being pulled or pushed,
by anything else eyes can percieve.
There is nothing there as i feel around,
and only feel the blood that flows,
like a river going through a down slope.
My fingers feel something soft....
something delicate...
yet the blood masks this,
as it's the most unusual combination of feelings,
fingertips could mixingly make.
In a moment of pure pain,
I dive my face to my palms in the floor,
screaming in total agony at what shoot,
from the very core of my being.
I rest....
feeling a warm feeling go over my body.
then a softness lays on my back.
They rest now on my back and sides....
the pillowy wings I'll use soon.
They have finally come to be with me....
now I'll use them to fight for what is right............
-White Rose-
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
Oh wow... that was pretty interesting. I was a little wierded out in the begining it was very descriptive. And I was so unsure where it was going. But, I like the conclusion... Im so happy it wasn't just pointless gore, or depressing emo rant.
This needs a better title.... Something like "The Pain Of an Angel"
... Not Ever Again...
Hey... thanks for the comment on my poem. So many here got tired of my writings that they just don't read them anymore. I would post more, but I don't have the heart when there are so many that I feel don't want to see it. I'm glad that someone liked it. Thank you.Originally Posted by Peach_follows
-White Rose-
"The rose has the most healing element of any flower around. It can heal the heart with the soft petals if given to you by the one you love most...."
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
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