Eliana
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No, this is not Emo, this is not meant to rhyme. Kay? Kay.
Angel of Death
Watch her lurking in the corner- a fallen angel;
Impaled by her own rusty sword of negativity
as she spirals lower, lower into her abyss of lethargy and doom.
One thousand tears dampen her ceramic cheeks;
Raining from those distant cold stars which once bore light.
Those stars are her undead eyes-
Staring endlessly into a void of her personal nightmare.
Bystanders simply stare at her shattered body, such a sight to behold-
If only they could envision the torture she went through;
Those hours of searing pain as they slowly tore her soul apart;
A poisoned dagger through her heart as agony?s eyes focused upon her and her only.
Oblivious to all that was around her;
For she was far too deep within her anguish to partake in reality.
Oh, how she would embrace death!
Death was welcome, compared to this bloody hell.
But no salvation came;
She lay bleeding on the pavement, no one to help her.
No one to comfort her as she drowned in her panic;
No one to save her from herself.
Was she truly doomed to die in such a pathetic manner?
For then, in the dead of the night; a sudden flare shoots out, parting the black fog in the invisible sky;
Look! Her eyes have been revived; a glint of light in them yet again;
A deadly blade in their center, ready to strike at will.
She was eager for battle; poised to attack those who had pursued her in her weary past.
All pain was erased for that moment; her emotions filled with anger;
Anger towards all of those who betrayed her.
She vowed revenge- she would be alive once again.
I shall redeem you, oh little Angel of Death.
Angel of Death
Watch her lurking in the corner- a fallen angel;
Impaled by her own rusty sword of negativity
as she spirals lower, lower into her abyss of lethargy and doom.
One thousand tears dampen her ceramic cheeks;
Raining from those distant cold stars which once bore light.
Those stars are her undead eyes-
Staring endlessly into a void of her personal nightmare.
Bystanders simply stare at her shattered body, such a sight to behold-
If only they could envision the torture she went through;
Those hours of searing pain as they slowly tore her soul apart;
A poisoned dagger through her heart as agony?s eyes focused upon her and her only.
Oblivious to all that was around her;
For she was far too deep within her anguish to partake in reality.
Oh, how she would embrace death!
Death was welcome, compared to this bloody hell.
But no salvation came;
She lay bleeding on the pavement, no one to help her.
No one to comfort her as she drowned in her panic;
No one to save her from herself.
Was she truly doomed to die in such a pathetic manner?
For then, in the dead of the night; a sudden flare shoots out, parting the black fog in the invisible sky;
Look! Her eyes have been revived; a glint of light in them yet again;
A deadly blade in their center, ready to strike at will.
She was eager for battle; poised to attack those who had pursued her in her weary past.
All pain was erased for that moment; her emotions filled with anger;
Anger towards all of those who betrayed her.
She vowed revenge- she would be alive once again.
I shall redeem you, oh little Angel of Death.