The Death

April 3, 2009
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Clothed in black
Black veil covering my stained eyes
I watched it fall
Falling right out of the sky
Your relentless clutch
Damn you
For I will never get it back
Overseeing the death
My wings have been clipped
My soul bleeding
My spirit
Die, for I hate you
Feeling the wind
Feeling free
Never again
I am through
No more
No more lies
For I release you into the unmerciful hands of God
True colors
What colors
You have none
For the blood that flows within your cold veins are black
I know not what you are
For you are not that person
You colors are truly evil
but once your gone
I can finally heal
Looking up remembering what is was like to fly
Hoping that I can fly again one day
No I refuse
I know that I could fly again one day

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Chelsea C. said...
Apr. 18, 2009 at 2:54 pm
good job! you had a great message in your poem! =)
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