Creatures Of Our Own Demise

A Poem by Stacey

Open your eyes

This is what happens to Angels when they fall from the sky.
Without warning we decend and slowly die.
I listen to the earths cry, and i look up to see why.
Where did the green grass go?
When did the trees stop blowing?
When did the sun become so blinding?
The horrors your world keeps scares me.
The vision your countries seek so deadly.
Why did God send Angels to watch his world die...