Damage

The damage has been done
Victory has been won
At what cost is this!
For thing to be like they are
I do not want him to hurt me
But for the sake of personal pride
He must suffocate me
Suppress the angelic light
To which I once found
For when light shatters the dark
It cannot all be in its purest form
Life crumbles and creaks under the strain
When one should be at their highest moment
They are belittled and ridiculed
Tormented and thrown
I thought the blood would stop
The pain would cease
But no, he is my tormentor
Money means nothing to him
Personal vendetta against his
Blood family why is it so
Why does one have to suffer
When a family is supposed
To envelop you in its arms
Keeping you safe from the
Injustices of the world.

November 21st, 2004

Falling From Grace

I wish to sleep the sleep of one thousand years
Let my lids fall and succumb to the numbness
Feeling absolutely nothing
I wish to fly, fly from the binds that constrict me
Collapse at the feet of angels at their mercy.

26 November 2004