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broken Angel crying
written by Genocide Reaper
10:19 AM 1/4/05
Tears falling like rain, she cry’s in her corner, remembering the pain.
I can see her from the darkened doorway, see her pray for a savior.
I stand in silence, as I witness her speak to herself about the witnessed violence. So perfect, until provoked, then she becomes a demon queen. On my shoulder she had found her place to lean. Always with a will to come clean. She needed a hero, and she needed him mean.
She found salvation in my dedication, in my own works. Even as she begin to see all the destruction in this world. One night, in what she called a revelation she took it a bit far, and started scaling the wall, trying to scratch at my heart, breathe life into it, get it to start. She over stepped her boundaries, invading my cold territory, she tried to change me, awaken the feelings that over time became apathy.
Simply put, she wanted me to love her, like she grew to love. An eternity late, I was excessively filled with hate, thus, I spoke of how I buried my compassionate nature in a nameless grave. Yet, I could easily remember her crying in the corner, on the brink of self disorder, sinking into a swamp of sorrow, her life had been placed on a line, a breaking point, she was on the border. Then declared me a hero, and tried to start from nothing one noon, carrying her new found faith into the night, as she stared at the moon. Slowly, but surely, she begin to grow confidence, and even hoped to retrieve my feelings that were once intense. She had to wade through years of black blood, trampled soil, and dust, to clean the box that held my darkest thoughts, she pulled, pried, and for years tried, to open the secrets inside. Want to know me, as I knew her, but for centuries it seemed, she got no where fast, thus her love for me fell into the past, her love became hatred, and compassion became rage. She couldn't understand, why I saw fit to separate us at the seems. I was once her shadow, watching her cry, then helped her mend, to crave a freedom unseen, but now. Thats at an end. Once my broken Angel crying silently for help.


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