• in a room of black
    his mind slipped its track

    like a cart flipped
    his thoughts dipped

    into the path of retribution
    his soul never to rest in the lands of consecration

    divine pain causing such a strain
    but for years he faced it without complain

    he sees himself a menagerie
    threads splayed out like delicate filigree

    each thread a vein
    each thread, cauterized again and again

    in each vein flows the blood of life
    decayed and black with constant strife

    he stands seeing himself, a bloody angel
    with wings of red feather, not white or holy from any angle

    the angel screams to his thoughts it seems
    it lowers its head from the vicious howl, hits mouth forming a ghostly scowl

    " divine punishment for the betrayer of heart"
    it says in a ghastly and divine art

    the boy, scared and lost
    he gave this angel his trust

    through the strength he angel gives out
    he finds what hes truly been without

    "your love is gone, your heart and trust broken
    your armor melted and your sight taken

    but your life is yours to do with what you will
    to stay alive or die by pill

    not my choice but yours young child"
    the boy listens, his mood tempered but mild

    from his slumber
    he feels so much dumber

    to spend all this time
    and yet waste it on a silly crime

    a crime to the heart scars
    like an animal run over by cars

    like an animal, he waits
    he looks to see the proper traits

    stampeding like and bull
    looking like a fool

    he selfishly takes what he needs
    like a vampire of the night, quietly he feeds

    he falls off track again, and the angel comes once again
    hes darker now though, not expecting the boy would fall to pain

    the angel this boy seeks
    "i need your help friend" in desperation he speaks

    the angel grins and looks down upon the now empty husk of the boy
    little did the boy know, but he was little more then a toy

    the veins pierced the child
    like tentacles running wild

    his body rocks and sways
    his mind rolls back the days

    light slipping away
    his life flashes day by day

    his first love, so innocent and pure
    broke him, where death was a cure

    upon these memories his heart grows weak
    her being happy with another, his pain at its peak

    he ends it all, surrenders and caves in
    life growing dim, light growing thin

    he see's her and the pain swells
    he sees another and the pain quells

    veins throbbing with new born blood
    his body glows with a sudden flood

    the angel was trapped
    to the boy he was wrapped

    the boy looked up with a simple gleam
    glowing humanly with an ethereal sheen

    "you angel, have tormented me enough
    these veins and your advice, i no longer need that stuff

    i can find happiness, i just have to look
    maybe even let people read me like a book

    the angel in all his cocky glory
    presented an idea, entirely gory

    "tell your first the truth
    like an innocent sleuth

    should she dismiss
    your aim was amiss

    and you will see why
    you deserve to die"

    the boy faced wit this task
    was forced to ask

    why is it time to die
    and why cant you fly

    to your heavens in the cloud
    rather then on earth, in the mind of a boy whose mind was freshly plowed?

    the angel smirks
    one of its innocent quirks

    " you dont belong here
    you belong down there

    the blade is in your home
    waiting to pierce your gullible dome"

    "gullible you say
    monster you will die where you lay"

    the fight drones on with what seems to be no end
    into each others flesh their veins would be rend

    exhausted and defeated the boy burns
    but life inside still churns

    he thinks back, to that memory
    the eyes, the face, the person, the scenery

    he closes his eyes feeling his body sleep
    but in his heart and mind the memory he will keep

    his motivation and his strength
    the one for whom he'd now go to any length

    moved on from the pain the angel leeches
    draining the boy, guiding him with gentle speeches

    the boy, now dead
    watches as everyones heart fills with dread

    hes laid in the ground
    an eerily hollow sound

    black roses drop
    around the grave they crop

    pity and sorrow
    for everyone on the 'morrow

    to see that no one read the book
    except for one, not knowing the risk they took

    only one knows the depths
    the ravages of his soul, his wraiths

    over his grave she lays a black book
    and on the cover inscribed,and a tear dropped, i wish you were here pook