The Angel
To see the lies I have told
Is to see me in full
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am so sorry
But why would you listen to an Angel's tethered words
When all they've done was lie
My mask has broken
My bloodied wings have been revealed
And you stand here with blades and sorrow charades
I kneel here on cold ground
I plead here to cold crowds
With your sorrowful faces and tearful eyes
I don't want to lie
But would you listen?
To the Bloodied Angel's words
When they've only lied?
Strike me down
Chop off my head and let me die
For my words are all lies
Let my blood spill on your hands
Let my cries never be heard
As the only lie I've ever told was who I was
So I am here, On my knees
Begging, Pleading, asking for a second chance
Hear my cries and screams even though I ignored yours
Hear my Truth
Hear my abuse!
I never wanted to lie
I never wanted you to die
But how
How was I to tell the truth
When the truth was to harm you
How was I to tell the truth
When the truth would have been seen as bloodied lies
Why would you trust a blood Angel's words?
Why would you trust a blood Angel whose hands are covered and smothered in BLOOD!
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Blood Angel's Lies
PoetryThe Angel The King The Storyteller ~~~ Just some poem-like story I wrote at the top of my head The cover is not mine I just found it on google Btw I don't know how to write poems I tried my best TW: Mentions of blood and death