Poems

Angels

Angels,
They are beautiful creatures,
To frágil to break,
But too beautiful to not do so,
Creatures who also have committed sins,
And forgive those who have done evil once to them,
Creatures who are completely alone in this place,
As they zone out for a moment,
With a cutter as friend,
Or any kind of tool,
That can fool their pain for a moment,
And wish like all angels they are,
To go back home,
They are creatures who don't belong here,
Creatures who want to go back to their place,
Their home,
To heaven,
A place where these monster don't hurt them anymore,
Where they don't have to suffer,
A place where they don't need to bear the pain of the knives in their back,
And don't have to hear the laughs,
And yells,
Of the horrible monsters,
Who torture them to death,
The endless bleeding,
From every part of their body,
Doesn't stop,
They are chain to this place,
Which is a hell,
Slowly melting them,
They tried to break the chains,
By themselves,
Hurting themselves as they break their bones,
As they touch their scars and,
They break free,
Then,
Just that time,
The monsters cry,
And cry,
And crawl together as if celebrating a holiday,
All in black,
As they tell the angel they are sorry,
And accuse themselves,
For noticing before,
For not helping,
For putting more pain,
But it is to late,
The angle has freed itself

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Hello humans, just incase you did not understand the message which I am sure you did, it is that the angels are normal people, who the monsters, some of us, hurt them, torture them to death, this is a poem that is comparing a angles to people who hurt themselves. So I hope you enjoy, comment, vote, follow me, and pass by my other books.

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