For I am as slick as blood,
As white as a porcelain doll,
As hollow as a box,
And I have secrets to tell all.
I have no love in my heart,
Nor light from the day,
I’m cursed to stay forever on earth,
Where the oak, polished casket where my corpse lays.
My delicate fingers intertwine with each other,
Covering my heart but finding no sound,
My curved, smooth body showing no emotion,
My plush red lips making neither smile nor frown.
My long, wavy brunette hair as soft as fresh grass,
Falls in waves over my head,
Where I rest on the finest velvet,
That is staining scarlet where I’ve bled.
My lips are dipped in poison,
Haunting your every nightmare and dream,
Soul that comes out of the blazing fire where I was born,
with no hope to be redeem.
I am neither good nor evil,
I’m an angel that has fallen from the sky,
I belong to neither heaven nor hell,
For in both places I’ve been denied.
If you try to escape me,
You will not be able,
For I am a immortal being you should fear most,
A Fallen Angel.
*I found this poem in my poetry book marked The second of april, 2011