My Little Angel Poem by Troy Clark And Neal Simons

Your black wings broken,
Your long raven hair
Stained with the blood of your victims.
Your tears dark as your soul
As they stream down your pale white bosom.
You’re the essence of evil
My loving daughter,
But you will always be my little angel.
For I can see
Without a doubt
That you can feel
I can tell,
For your sorrow drowns me out.
Your eyes are like mirrors,
Reflecting what you’ve wrought
As you bring your blade down,
Ending another’s life.
Its like losing
Another part of you,
The darkness within you
Eating away at your heart,
And twisting the way you think.
And then you cry
Because of what you did,
You who are the angel of death.
Fallen from gods grace,
You kill and kill,
Then you cry and weep,
But is there good in you?
Is there good in the deaths you've caused?
Does your soul cry for salvation
As you fall into insanity and dementia?
You have slaughterd and killed
My loving daughter,
But you will always be
My little angel.