fallen
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I am a fallen angel,
Darkness is my garment,
And fury is my weapon.
I was once wreathed in light,
And I did the bidding of my master.
A Fallen Hero by Steven Isaiah Gilliard
I was known as being tough and respectful.
I was highly respected by my fellow brothers and sisters.
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
Fallen in love with things unseen
Culture I have adored
People I'v never met before
Inspired beyond reward
Trapped in this selfish humanity
Gated we'll always be
He loomed from the depths of hell
He swam from the ends of the earth
He screams,
He dies,
He trails me,
He is darkness
drenched in her own sinful passionsthe moonlight caresses her silky curvesas she dances with reckless abandonher bare feet carrying ancient tattoossymbols of long forgotten midnight rituals
It all started with the Drums.
That steady beating that created towers and slums.
Steady beating for those wounded and fallen,
Drumming for those who were beaten and forgotten
All were supposed to seen as a patriot,
I look around.
Chaos fills the skies.
And the dust has only settled enough
For us to see the broken walls
and cities whom have met their own untimely demise.
Something has shifted.
Hope flickers like a small flame
Easily put out in the wind of the ghastly night.
So I lay on the cold hard floor
Staring at the silver moon dancing.
Dancing with the fading stars
Across the onyx abyss.
What happens after I am happy,
I'm energetic and alright.
I'll be happy for a while,
Not tiered at all,
Keeping myself up,
With these ideas of joy and love.
This is my state of mania perhaps,
What is left of the past,
When we walk down the streets,
The ones we lived upon,
And the seem to be an empty memory.
The faded pictures of people we knew,
An old recording of me and you.
No one has time,
But there's always time
To complain.
No one sees,
But they do.
No one cares
In this world
We once called home.
I only know
What I've been told,
He was most human in his final momentswhich proved to be his undoing.His last grasp at possible atonement,sins as thick as his blood spewing.
Sometimes I care so much it hurts
So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia
I'm running from my inner demons
It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia
I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
If I could be
That man you always dreamed
I'de take you away high above the sea
But truth to be told
I can never be
That guy I wish you could find in me
I wish I could say all I want to say
The times are deathly dark
Blind to the light
Cannot seem to escape
My dreadful fate
Who'll save me from myself
When no one cares to help
Pulsating through my body is a dark light -
A light darker than any night.
My eyes look like liquid fire-
I spread my black wings, and fly higher and higher.
Story of my life.
Dying, dying, dead.
Story of my joy.
Going, going, gone.
Story of my soul.
Mutilating, mutilating, mutilated.
Story of me.
Alone.
I wake up in the morning to find that you are gone
Thought that it was just a dream but your absence says I'm wrong
I see our old friends when I go out
I force a smile and try to find something to talk about
The darkness will rise,
The moon will shine,
And take souls as a prize,
While the creatures moan and whine.
The morose skies,
The dreadful evils,
The hopeless cries,
This predictable feeling of old,
The one of countless tales told,
Has become an object of the norm,
That word surrounded with storm,
I had predicted to feel detached from me,
Black runs like the river
Mixing with the fallen red already on the ground
Swirling, eerily, on the black pavement
Clear drops fall,
Some the pure of rain,
Others heavy & laden with salt
I fall.
Feeling weightless, the panic and the comfort.
Fallen angels wings surround,
Floating, bells sound.
Ringing in the distance.
Down to loved ones embrace, ahead of the wind
Deaths embrace.
When shadows come forth with life, as day turns to night.
The secrets of our hearts are brought forth into site.
We seek our keys, those that let us lock it all away.
here we are
all alone,
each of us
a dry,
dead
bone.
NOTHING left
to loVe or haTe
a barren wasteland
of empty fate
