6: Fallen Angel

Fearing the devil no more

I now traveled the path of the righteous

Following closely into the light before me

With nothing less than honest intentions.

Vowing never again to be blinded

By the selfishness that once suffocated me from within.

But, oh how evil dwells.

Lurking in the far reaches of the unexpected

Overshadowed by darkness in far corners unseen.

For despite my good fortune and lessons learned

This cruel game was far from its bitter end.

Unknowingly

I had ventured into the devil's playground once more,

Closer to the fire storm in my path with every innocent step,

The fresh grass beneath my feet slowly turning to ash

As my senses deceived me.

 

This twisted tangled web of deceit

Spun from broken hearts and selfish greed

Had taken hold of her soul with a vengeance

While my heart found a new fondness

For one better left in the past.

Mended soul and old ways forgotten,

Yet blinded by this subtle ignorance

So carefully tucked away in the subconscious.

Doors that were never meant to be opened

Sometimes never truly get closed.

 

Tempted by fate and a taste for revenge,

With a sinister glow in her eyes

Emanating everything that she had lost

And all that she had hoped to gain.

Carefully calculated moves meant only to destroy,

The false prophet rises again

To take what is hers in a desperate attempt at eternal happiness.

Never trusting,

She reached out for her own forgiveness

For she knows that she has done wrong.

This tangled web she weaves.

So brilliant in all of its dishonesty.

But she has played this game before.

She knows the rules and follows them well

While following the one she claims she's so strongly against.

 

Buried beneath my own forgiveness and newfound self,

I am foolish to the powers of lust and envy.

Struck down by fantasies of the flesh

And a few kind words

From the lips of one fallen angel

Whose tarnished wings remained carefully hidden

Beneath a cloak of pearl white.

Into the abyss I wander with no regret,

Oblivious to the downfall which awaits me 

Laid out like a welcome mat beneath my feet.

So sweet is the hatred seeping from her fingertips

In a single embrace that would seal the deal.

 

Words never spoken harbor such sharp edges

As they cut through the heart

Like a thousand shards of broken glass.

Pretending to be with a painted smile,

Captivating underneath the glow of the stars

For she remains sheltered by the night.

Once tormented by darkness,

It is now her protector and into the path of destruction

I unknowingly follow,

Her hand leading the way

As trust overcomes my better judgement.

Leaving in our wake a state of confusion

Constructed of lies and a thousand tears

Bleeding onto the shoulders of the innocent.-