A Beating Heart

Perfect by nature

you are not the answer.

Bowing and breaking,

tearing me down for nothing

and building me up agai

just to torture me . . .

 

My spirit is cold and alone

these dark imaginings of my mind

My wings are broken,

the light has faded from this soul

Yet under this bruised flesh

there lies a beating heart . . .

 

It beats with a purpose,

beating against you

for once I fall,

there shall be areason to prove you wrong

to haunt you for the rest of your days

or to kill you, it seems a difficult choice to make . . .

 

As long as my heart beats

beneath this frozen skin

within this icy prison of mortality

I wil remind myself of that purpose until the day

that glorious day when you fall

to the hand of a Fallen angel . . .

 

The silence is unbearable

it is tangible and aches within me

but as long as my heart still beats

I will bear the pain well to aid in the death of evil . . .

 

The silence hangs in the balance, agaisnt the sounds

of good and of evil

but which side will you choose?

One side is cold and distant,

the othere warm and alive,

the beating of a heart waiting for freedom . . .

Author's Note

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