A Fallen Angel

A Fallen Angel

A Poem by Luther

I sit alone in this bleak land,

The cold sun filtering through my skin.

I look through the back of my glasshouse,

Hidden from the world.

 

I face the grey wall. The grey wall.

The centre pane lies in shards upon the earth.

I see my distorted reflection in the silvery glare.

 

I pick the pieces up

One

By

One

And sigh with delight as my icy hands contract.

 

The glass drops to the ground as golden sand

Which melts into puss as it touches my corpse.

 

I have fresh air (for the broken pane allows it)

But each time a breath is drawn

My lungs ache with the penetration,

My eyes flood with hot, milky juices

When the blood flows up to arouse them,

My feet gasp and sigh and moan

As they tread upon her lusty venom.

 

The thorn of the rose.

The poison of the fang.

The heel of the hero.

The words of the w***e.

 

Alone

I sit in this barren landscape,

In the house of glass they cannot see.

I do not move, just stare at the wall of grey.

Mossy and

                 T

                   U

                     M

                        B

                          L

                            I

                             N

                               G

 

I will not look out the front.

Towards the sunshine,

Towards peace,

Towards what’s known as paradise,

For the past controls me.

 

The past dictates my present,

My future,

My eternity,

For I succumbed to desire.

 

I became the truth.

 

I took the rose from the child’s garden

And was bitten by the thorn.

 

They turned my love to lilies.

 

Now I sit in the house of fallen angels,

Alone

With pain and constant hurt.

 

Contorted with agony.

Wallowing in bliss.

Feeling in heaven.

Sitting in hell.

 

Alone

In despair

As it should be.

 

© 2010 Luther


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so good!
it's dark and beauitful and sad but right? y'know, there's a sense of justice?
it is really really nice.
beautifully written and real mature
meaningful
love it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


waow, wonderful written, I loved it.
this is so sad, but still so beautiful.
your a amazing writer :) it got such a great flow in it, and all the emotions are so great.

Akina

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is an amazing piece........I loved how the emotion and the words all flowed together to paint a picture for the reader. This piece is sad.....you made the reader feel the sadness....I felt trap in what you were saying when I read this, it's that good. Great write.

Thanks for sharing.
xoxo
~JaniK

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Luther
Luther

LONDON, United Kingdom



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