Alsa Haslinda bt Alias


Dying Angel - Poem by Alsa Haslinda bt Alias

Dying angel, is calling upon the star
An immortal caged in, and was captured by mortals
As my eyelids are drift in to sleep, I am surrounded
With withered leaves, slowly crashes into bits of dried petals
Upon my golden body, I look upon the sky again
It was nothing but lights, hindering me from looking up
Upon my home, over looking down the earth
As I am tired, I am covered with such betrayal
When mortal love fall upon me, I rebel
Against my own kind, I now stumble
My arms are now with slashes of blood, I no longer empowering
The lifetime, of self mutating, what is I have turned into?
Nothing but a dying angel, waiting to be rescued
Waiting to be excepted again, but when these eyes
Has fallen on a mortal’s purity, I have completely
Forgotten why I am here from the first place
I feel my wings are being detach, I feel my wings are being scratched
As the cold surface of the cement, is weakening my soul
I am stuck on this land, and through strong wind
And through stormy sand, I shall bare what is left in my hands
The pain I shall stand, is the suffering I shall gain

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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