Here is a really good poem that was written by one of my best friends.
He is a poem freak but you must read it.
Fallen Angel.
Gods shall not deny their own creation, their own success, their own failure. The past might not remain, but the lust have been stained, into our veins, the gift of pain, the very beauty that drive us insane. You knew it so well, lord, even if our body bows to you, we ain't gonna obey. Instead of praying for the salvage, we seeks for a revenge, with no rights, nor wrong, we fights, even though our own guilty is dragging us down, innocence of life is nowhere to be found. For all these, I've once cried, tears are falling but I don't have the strength to wipe. I've once tried, the gauntlets has being thrown but I don't want to fight, holding onto my last breath, silent scream tumbles upon my mind, as we all lived for a lie. Chaos growing to the dawn, a bloodshed has being spilled throughout generations, as I sinned from heaven, breaking through the chains of divine law, my act shall never be forgiven. Razorblade on my throat, crimson blood were spilled as I accidentally dropped my heart onto the floor, a careless fell, falling into the abyss of the underworld. The lust of humanity was left unsure, but the fragility of human wills has being proven for sure. We are all pleaded guilty since the moment our first drop of tear falls, words in blood stain were written all over, describing the sins of our own fathers, with despair, consumed by fears, left with no one to care, as mistakes have being repeated among our children, carving for more, I'm really scared, frustrated, retributions yet to be made, but we all know that we're going to deserve these, as the actions we've done will only brings doom to our own kind. That's just the way we are, with none could savage us, as our heart beats into the same frequency. We fights, just for that one moment of liberty, we lied, just for that one second of empathy. White doves with broken wings scattered around this nightmarish field, the disguest written over human's faces has being proven, the real meaning to life is yet to be given, as true love has not yet being found, but I don't have the power to judge, I'm just an angel falling into this ground.
I mean he really know how to pick a words, my gf really like those poems.
He is a poem freak but you must read it.
Fallen Angel.
Gods shall not deny their own creation, their own success, their own failure. The past might not remain, but the lust have been stained, into our veins, the gift of pain, the very beauty that drive us insane. You knew it so well, lord, even if our body bows to you, we ain't gonna obey. Instead of praying for the salvage, we seeks for a revenge, with no rights, nor wrong, we fights, even though our own guilty is dragging us down, innocence of life is nowhere to be found. For all these, I've once cried, tears are falling but I don't have the strength to wipe. I've once tried, the gauntlets has being thrown but I don't want to fight, holding onto my last breath, silent scream tumbles upon my mind, as we all lived for a lie. Chaos growing to the dawn, a bloodshed has being spilled throughout generations, as I sinned from heaven, breaking through the chains of divine law, my act shall never be forgiven. Razorblade on my throat, crimson blood were spilled as I accidentally dropped my heart onto the floor, a careless fell, falling into the abyss of the underworld. The lust of humanity was left unsure, but the fragility of human wills has being proven for sure. We are all pleaded guilty since the moment our first drop of tear falls, words in blood stain were written all over, describing the sins of our own fathers, with despair, consumed by fears, left with no one to care, as mistakes have being repeated among our children, carving for more, I'm really scared, frustrated, retributions yet to be made, but we all know that we're going to deserve these, as the actions we've done will only brings doom to our own kind. That's just the way we are, with none could savage us, as our heart beats into the same frequency. We fights, just for that one moment of liberty, we lied, just for that one second of empathy. White doves with broken wings scattered around this nightmarish field, the disguest written over human's faces has being proven, the real meaning to life is yet to be given, as true love has not yet being found, but I don't have the power to judge, I'm just an angel falling into this ground.
I mean he really know how to pick a words, my gf really like those poems.