Came the angels of tainted perfection
To line our hearts with ammunition
Adorned with twisted dreams of peace
To quell the fire of rapt ambition
Came the angels of newborn damnation
Fresh from the womb of brutal demise
Appeased with misfortune and vengeful souls
To gnaw our skin and gauge our eyes
And still, and still, the fires raged,
As victims fell to pre-dug graves.
Exiled creatures fresh from hell
Wished our shattered bodies well
And still, the roses failed to bloom
Crown with thorns, my blood consumed
Ebony blood runs cold as ice
Let loose with heartfelt sacrifice…
Anger is Loves Dissapointment by bittersweetpoet, literature
Literature
Anger is Loves Dissapointment
I walk into the room; a cloud of smoke so thick it looks like fog hangs in the air, escaping for just a moment through the open door. A bass player is quickly plucking his fingers across the strings as a cat like rhythm filters itself through the air. Three ladies dressed all in black, slender with long hair sit snapping their fingers to the beat while sipping a mocha flavored drink. Joel, a man who has come to call me a regular, waves from behind the counter across the room. I walk over, each time feeling the puff of air under my foot being compressed back down to the floor. The room is lit in low blues and royal reds, adding to the mysterio
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