Poisoned Guardian Angel

Angels fell to earth like snowflakes,

Fire melts the snow,

My guardian angel was poisoned a long time ago,

By my innermost thoughts,

Every time I slashed my wrist,

Guardian Angel began to die a little more,

I'm glad she's gone,

She was scaring me,

Trying to stop me from being a free-thinker, deep-thinker,

Wanted me to just accept things,

She said it was easier not to question,

To trust that everything was true,

So I hurt myself just to exterminate her,

Now I think long and deep about the suicidal mistakes of my life,

But at least those thoughts are not being erased,

By the leech of a Guardian Angel.

The End

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