I'm crying.
But not for me,
No this is for
Someone else.
Someone who
Lashes out at
Those who love
Because he is in
So much pain.
And if you're not,
Then you sure as
Hell aren't the person
I thought you were.
All I do is support
You, and you throw
Your words at me, as
Sharp as a blade.
Worry about yourself,
You say. Why are you so
Angry? I don't understand.
But fine, if you're done, I'm
Done. I give up on my stupid
Hope of mine. And that is
The story of how a Fallen
Angel become a dead Bride.
YOU ARE READING
After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
