Bloody Angel
By
Calis Cheah (
sigrd@hotmail.com)Guardian Angels - A Shrine to the Chosen
http://www.members.tripod.com/~Caraighan
Genesis…
The beginning.
What did it mean?
It is irrelevant to me.
Nothing matters.
I am only interested
In extremity.
The end.
Existence…
Am I alive?
The beating heart,
The hot liquid blood,
Surging through this body
They are not mine.
I am a fragment.
Soul…
The essence of life.
I have it not.
I am empty, barren,
A void.
If I am not alive…
I must be dead.
But no, that is wrong.
Death …is me.
Mortality…
So transient, fleeting
Futile.
Broken so easily
In my hands.
Come to me,
Let me guide you,
Shelter you then
With these crimson wings.
After all, I am no one
But your bloody guardian angel.