Walls

no desc.

She awoke

and not from sleep

in a lightless corner

with thirst rotting on the walls.

Her wings are lying on the floor

in a pool of

her damnation.

Damnation! Damnation!

reality sinks

tattooed curses where the angel drinks.

The stainless instrument that held her

name on its tongue

carved a sticky path in

the floor to her toes

and sang in her wrists

and it sang in her wrists

a breakdown of tendons and

notes.

Iron maiden in her face

And now the walls have eyes

Pushing through the sky

Laughing as it dies

Numbness in her legs

Footprints from the dark

Maggots in her blood

Angels fall

apart.

Author's Note

Lots of Rob Zombie in my head these days.

Reviews

[FelicityAllona]

While I was reading this, the song of Meg and Dia entitled Masterpiece popped in my mind. :))

Great imagery, the poem is sad but great. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Dark but good...Thank you for penning...:)

[Lina Grey]

what a dark piece... i love it :) the imagery, the feel of it, it just screams of her damnation. well done, Redd

[Justsimplyjulia]

hmmmmmmmmmm. Seems dark, depressing and lonely. Brings my soul to a dark place. You have an incredible way with words Poe Redd. I am genuinely curious to what would happen if you tried to write something packed with light and joy. Although I do enjoy your poetry, I feel like you are at a point in life where you are suffering from an unknown cause. I challenge you to write a poem filled with life, instead of death.....
I always enjoy your poetry Poe Redd. Continue with your amazing skills.
-Dragon