Dark Angel's Whisper
Her wings were smokey black
A tear from her eye made her face crack
A smile spread her rosey red lips apart
In her eyes was an end and a start
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With eyes as black as coal
So dark they peer into my very soul
A shiver runs down my spine
A tear down my cheek at the same time
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A voice rises out of the back of my mind
A voice so sweet and shallow it for sure was not mine
It was the dark angel's whisper
That would compel me to miss her
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She was as beautiful as a dove
It was the beauty I just had to have
She began to rise into the sky
I fell to my knees as I began to cry
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I beged her not to leave me
I needed her to set me free
I realised she had come to take a life
So I ended it with the sharp blade of a kitchen knife
Written by Hope Sanders
4 kommentarer:
Omger man sig med mörker, så blir man mörk. Omger man sig med ljus, så blir man lycklig, så tänd ett ljus, försvinner mörkret, för det kan ej existera i ljuset! Kram pappa.
Det är inte jag som skrivit den. Tyckte bara den var fin..
Hej! Jo jag vet, men lite otäck i slutet bara!
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Ja det är det ju. Jag har skrivit en själv också. Du kanske inte gillar den. Men jag ska lägga upp den ändå. Jag gillar att skriva dramatiska dikter. Det betyder inte att det handlar om mig. De är fiktiva.
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