Christopher's Dead

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Ballad Of A Guardian Angel - Poem by Christopher's Dead


Sitting on a bench in the middle of the street
It’s a crowded fascinating rush hour vicinity
Taxi drivers speed by dreams with no delay
Looks from passing by go right through him anyway
He won’t live for himself, he sees pride as a sin
And he hides his imperfections like a cancer within him
Always spreading pieces of flesh and blood
In a hope that he can help, is he helplessly absurd

He gives the sign, he doesn’t care about time
He’s an open wound spreading out over the line
Believing in an ideal idealistically certain
Has to live for others even when they close the curtain
On life and on love, he’s as peaceful as a dove
Flying in when they need him, flying out when they don’t
And he knows that if he’s called for he will do his best
Saving battered souls from hell, he works without regrets

He’s alive, he’s a lie, and he takes it all the same
No one knows who he is, well at least they know his name
A prisoner of nearly every emotion
He strives to be the hero without restraint


So one day he heard the cry of a girl so suicidal
She cocked guns in her mouth and popped pills from every bottle
And her wrists told the story of retrospective idols
Left her cold, numb and bleeding in histaminic cycles
No he didn’t know this girl, but oh he felt her pain
It cut like a knife, it cried out for need to blame
On herself, she put it all and with no signs of stopping
Knowing only compassion, he put his own love inside her

He loved her hair, her eyes, damn near everything
She was as pretty as a picture, muses sing
Of such beauty, yet by code he could not be with her
He believed in chivalry and caring above all
He had to save her life and refused to take advantage
Already fallen from grace, by grace this was his punishment
But by ideals he came to love her more than he
Put her life before his, would give it so she’d be free

She’s alive, she’s a lie, and she takes it all the same
No one knows who she is, but he learned more than her name
A prisoner of nearly every emotion
He strived to be her hero without restraint


Endlessly delving into selfish resistance
Learned her past was filing in behind every painful instance
Held her head up at night, when she just wanted to purge
Held her close to his heart, felt hers beat like a dirge
She could not understand why he cared so dearly
Out of nowhere he came, well he was always listening
For her cry, and ran his hand through her hair
Reminding her that it would be alright as long as he was there

He was everything that she had ever wanted
Someone that would die for her undaunted
And he tried so hard to save her that she fell hard for him
Never knowing the truth she tried everything
To become his girl, but it was not his place to take
Her heart, he could save but he could not break
He had lived to love, but his love is what hurt
Her most because they were from two separate worlds

She’s alive, but impaired, and she takes it all the same
The only man she can love is bound to rapturous pain
A prisoner of nearly every emotion
He is bound to live this life of a guardian angel

Comments about Ballad Of A Guardian Angel by Christopher's Dead

  • (3/28/2010 3:17:00 PM)

    soooo friffin beautiful! ! !
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  • (3/22/2010 6:32:00 PM)

    your words made me want to heart jumped at your every is yet a beautiful piece filled with caring thoughts i barely knew.....a 10 +++ (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2010 5:20:00 PM)

    WOW! this was nearly perfect! xD (Report) Reply

  • (3/21/2010 2:14:00 PM)

    Your poem made me cry. Very well done and thank you for sharing your personal thoughts and feelings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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