I was born abeautiful soul
Church fathers called me an 'angel'
Linguists used all words in the dictionary ,
So as to describe me both physically and mentaly
For others i was too good to be true
Wherever i went i always left the fire burning
In cold places i left warmth
In ares of war i brought peace
There was within me the aura of goodness
I was the light of the world ,the giver happiness
Within a twinkle of an eye tables turned,
I began fighting a battle with darkness
The battle which led to my 'death'
I never knew that in all that i did i had vultures,
Which had green eyes ,watching over my every move.
They looked all 'angelic' in their numbers as they offered help
I was blind to it all as i percived it as courtesy
When they led me in the dark space
Only for them to reveal the devil within them,
That is when reality opened its gates to me,
For thats when i realised that the devil you dont know is better than the angel you know
They laughed about it as they took turns,
Proving that they were men ,
I cried as i wrestled for my dear' life' ,my innocence ,my sanity,
Tears may dry but memories wil never fade.
I have been stolen , i have been murderd
I am shred into pieces ,
They took my most priced possession ,'my life'
My thoughts are now stolen in a world,
Where no law can restore me
It is 'them' i now HATE to the bone ,
For they killed me on the fateful day,
As i gave it all away without a price ,
I hope it lies in peace.