The Fallen Ones
DARK ANGELS

~ THE TRUTH ~

The Truth...
Pitch black-
A room
With no Door, Only windows
That shed
No
Light on the Truth.
Only Shadows,
Seen and Unseen
I feel for the Truth
Listen for it,
Look for it,
Dream of it.
Yet it remains Hidden,
Right before my Face.
It's invisible,
It taunts me
And
I scream.


~ DARKNESS ~

Darkness beacons me. I can hear it Calling...
"Come, come, come
Relieve your pain."
A strange new world
Awaits me. A world That is Dead,
Yet still Alive.
I long to go there, to
Resist would be Insane.
Darkness becomes me
I breathe it in and
Feel relief
"Rain, rain, rain
Down on me black
Death."
My life's blood's been Drained from me.
Poison runs red Through My veins.
Fatal Kiss I welcome Thee, as I breathe my Last Breath.

~Monique
10/24/02
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~ SOUL MATES ~

Is there such a thing as Soul Mates?
If so, should Love be left to Fate?
What is one to do, if they feel they have found
A Love so deep it knows no bounds
Neither Heaven nor Hell can hold it within
The Realms to which is defined by Sin
A Passion that Burns fierce inside the Soul
A desire to touch another, and
Yet that person will never know.
If this deep growing Passion
Is the forbidden fruit, Hell!
Than let gluttony be my sin as well.


~ THE CANYON WITHIN ~

I peer into the gaping hole that is me
I can see and feel its darkness
Even before climbing in I am astonished
By the depth of its emptiness
I walk inside, immediately feeling
The familiar vacuum of emotions
Sucking me downward
Until I am standing silently against the
Emptiness that is me
And as I inhale the barren air around me
I can feel the anger seeping into my lungs.
Laboring my breathing
Its sharpness is apparent with each breath.

The invasion continues upwards
Through my chest to my head
The swell of emotions intensifies
I am surrounded by a penetrating,
Wretched feeling of inadiquacy, of anger and of Saddness. The chaos inside me
Begins to mesh, forming a cohesive mass
It is as if I am a newborn sucking in a
Pestilent mucus, believing it to be nourishment.
I must find a weak place to break free from my Prison. Allowing the rest of me to drown in the Flood of pain in my Canyon Within.
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