Save My Angel

A Poem by Raven's Soul

She's fallen without her wings
An Angel
And I'm the one she calls God
She's fallen through the wooden floor
Broken pieces piercing organs
'Til crimson tears flow
Like sand through ice water droplets
That are the shining cracks of my blackened, burnt soul
Won't someone please
Save my Angel?
For her dying Goddess blood is drying on the concrete streets.

She's fallen without her wings
An Angel
And I'm still the one she calls God
She's fallen upon the twisted remnants of the broken little "t"
Pieces piercing the mortal flesh
'Til crimson tears flow
Sucking up white, white snow
Needles tearing social holes
And deep down the amber liquid goes
Into the cracks and hollows of the Unknown
Nothing stopping Mother Time as she descends.
Oh, won't someone please
Save my Angel?
For her dying Goddess blood is drying on the cold concrete city streets
That are awash with the crystallized tears of so many forgotten souls.

She's fallen without her wings
An Angel
And yet again, I'm still the only one she's ever chosen to call God
She's fallen through the shattered wooden floor
Broken, twisted copper metal pieces piercing organs
'Til the mortal flesh sheds its crimson tears of regret
That flow into the shadows of all that is afraid of change
She was my everything; my sacred Tomorrow
Nothing stopping Mother Time as she descends again
But won't someone please, please, please
Save my Angel?
For her Goddess blood is drying on the dying concrete city streets
As the amber liquid runs coldly frozen over white snowy eyes torn
Asunder with broken needles and bleeding rent razor blades
While all these plastic smiles shine dully in the glaring light of
Paparazzi news flashes of yester-years long since dust on the hot breath
Of the wind.

Oh, won't someone please, I beg of you all
Save my Angel?
For her blood, like a Goddess, lies crushed and broken as spilled ink
And, like the crimson tears I've already shed, is drying and crystallized
On the cold, hard concrete city streets of my broken and burnt soul.

My sweetest salvation; my Angel
Now dead and gone on the cold, frozen hard city streets
Of my duct taped silver dying soul.
She was my everything; my sacred tomorrow
Nothing stopping sweet Mother Time as she further descends.

Oh, Lord, I pray to thee
Please, of thee I beg and plead with the last of the breath I have
Stored within this heart shaped quagmire of a crystalline bosom,
Please, O' Lord,
Won't you save my Angel
And wipe away the blotted stain of her crimson tears,
Like Goddess blood, as it rests, rusted and disused, dried out
On the cold, hard soulless concrete city streets of what
Little is left of my broken, blackened and burnt soul?

© 2015 Raven's Soul

Author's Note

Not certain if I've already posted this one or not because I can't seem to locate it in the writings list of stuff I've done, but if I have already posted this one, someone let me know and I'll take the second copy down. If this is the first copy, hope you'll enjoy it.