Tina J. Dang

Rookie (March 16th / San Jose, Cali)

My Dark Angel - Poem by Tina J. Dang

Every one has an angel
Who watches from above
To make them feel safe
And always feel loved
But my angel is different
She lives amongst fire
And smells of grim stone
Fills me with sinful desire
She has flowing black hair
And blue piercing eyes
With a flicker of purple
That blazes then dies
Her touch is like ice
That runs chills up your spine
With just one glance
She can corrupt your mind
She wears black robes
All ripped and torn
She makes people suffer
Takes delight when they mourn
She whispers to children
While they lay in bed
And lures them to her
To her throne of the dead
As she sits and watches
As in pain, they scream
Sipping on blood
With in excitement, her eyes gleam
She can take on many shapes
Be whoever she likes
In her palace of pain
Victims are impaled on spikes
As blood drips from the walls
And screams echo on the wind
And every moment
Is one filled with sin
A lake of fire
Blazes all around
When she throws in a child
She loves the sound
My dark angel
Appears before me each night
When its dark outside
And there is no trace of light
She whispers to me softly
Come and join me my dear
You'll be so much happier
In my kingdom of fear
I close my eyes tight
To make her go away
But until morning light
There she stays
She wont give up
She has chosen me
I am in her sight
Nothing else can she see
Soon my strengthWill completely be gone
And I will follow her
To where the sun never dawn

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006



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