The Curse Of Love's Demise Poem by James Darwin Smith II

When earthbound angels search for a prophet
Walks in love’s dead eyed demise
Cold shouldering them into make believe warmness
Upon the burden of true love’s own suicide

Everyone gets hurt
Expect those who cause all the pain
They seem to always win everything
As they never seem to lose, but always gain
Oblivious towards others
And only looking out for their own selfish selves

Angels are being destroyed
Burnt wings once gifted with limitless flight
Mental carnage a dimming of ethereal light
A source to the journey to the far reaches of an agonizing plight

One can commit suicide and walk on dead
Mentally giving themselves up to a phantom seized embrace
Being plundered of their own resources
As they lay defeated in ways they only know how to survive

And the spell is complete
Falsehoods are deemed as love

While honesty becomes ignored
Earnest warriors become Demons
As cowardly deceivers become Lords

When earthbound angels find a so called prophet
They are demised in the eyes of an icy frigid insidious lore
Losing themselves, losing those who really care for them
Most importantly losing their very own souls

In a sad tradition’s imprisonment
Love exists no more

Angels. Where are you?
When will your heart ever again soar?

Manipulation is the masters’ weapon
Winning hearts so they take away angelic souls

Earthbound Demons have won
The Angels have all been scorned