Tears of pain and tears of sorrow. Shed a tear that will go no where, What is a tear? For I do not know, For I shed none. Dost thou not see? The drops from my face are red, Not clear, not white, and not blue, But a brillant crimson. The floor is becoming redder and redder, I'm just standing their leting the drops fall. "What Should I do?" I ask. A voice answers. "Just relax" It says.
I fell to the ground screaming for I knew the voice. A ghostly plam touches my face I shivered. I looked up apart of me knew what to expect, Apart of me wanted to be go die in a corner..
For the figure was me looking at myself. But their was a shadowy fire and chill to that image, For I was reunited with my body. The shadow prince of fallen angels. Not saetan, but my unknown Inner self.. That has been missed for 10 thousand years.
::This is not a poem::
~Nukimia Angel of Blood~ · Thu May 11, 2006 @ 09:27am · 1 Comments |