Fallen Angel Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Fallen Angel
Can it be?
Fallen Angel
Cannot see

Blinded, by the evil ways
Misery filled, endless days
Now her wings, they've turned black
Because she cannot
Find her way back
Her head starts spinning
As the white stuff is winning
Nose, it drips
Throat; she grips
Voice—it cracks
Depth it lacks
On she does talk
She falls
She stumbles
She cannot even walk!
Dilated eyes,
This angel in disguise
Friendships, they are fake
And, minds they are raped
Laughter and love—
She had, up above
Mouth, growing numb
She feels like she's won
At least, for right now
She is high again somehow
Breaths become deeper
Cravings make her weaker
One more time—
And, then everything is fine
Searching for love
To escape up above
Eyes, filled with pain
Life is too plain
Euphoria we crave
The weak, not the brave
And, again we give in
Even she—
This Fallen Angel could not win
The room filled with dust
A sickness—a must
We take it all in
As we embrace this sin
Right in the nose
As we strike another pose
You know—the 'pose' of the user
Just another fiend out loser!
High, and so LOUD
The room starts to crowd
Friends, they are NOT
They sit there, and ROT
As more elevated, they get
She's overwhelmed with regret
So, what is the way?
What is her choice?
Should she start to cry?
Or, should she rejoice?
But, Fallen Angel
What will ultimately become-
Of her life?
Of this fun?

Fallen Angel
Who is she?
Fallen Angel
Can it be?

Fallen Angel—
Yes, she's me.


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