Dark Angel

Blood on my hands, a stain on soul
Mirthless smile on lips, a resolute will
Slowly morphing in to a merciless Ghoul
Tearing away bit by bit, oh how I enjoy my kill
A spirit from hell, I am the dark angel
I live and grow in the fear of fragile

The screams are musical and tears beautiful
But let me tell you what fuels me the most
The whimpering lips, oh how delightful
Nobody escapes from me, which I can boast
You may be weak or strong or living in a hidden land
Whoever you are, I always have the upper hand

I stalk you, follow you like a shadow
You must have heard of me, one among your foes
Be on your watch, today and tomorrow
For I am waiting for you, as my hunger ever grows
I will be ever eager to strike my death blow
There is no hurry though, I love it steamy and slow

Yes dearest dear, this message is for you
Look behind you, can you sense me staring at you?
Trust no one for I may be one of those few
I can hear your racing heart, I love this pursue
Aahh...Now I can sense fear creeping in to you
Don’t you know darling that it pulls me to you?

Why Lord??

You created life with a body to hold it

You layered love with feelings to bond it

But why design death, always I ponder

And leave a restless soul, with nowhere to wander

I have a question to ask you dear lord

It might seem strange and might not strike a chord

Did you ever experience –a pull of heart feeling

Whenever you heard news, that you were most dreading

It is not easy I tell you, you just don’t have a clue

It eats you away bit by bit, always leaves a hollow in you

There will be nobody to fill it in, the little void in my heart

You wouldn’t know, would you? You never had anybody depart

Have you ever felt, tears rolling down?

Have you ever seen the pain in which we drown?

It shatters us to pieces and breaks us apart

How do I explain? Where do I start?

Peek in to a Child’s heart, when she sees her mother crying

Have a look at the wife’s eyes, when she knows her hubby is dying

How do I explain a son’s turmoil, when he breaks down before his mother’s body

Or the grief that old couple is down with for their daughter, a very young lady

It is hard to come back on the path

From the state of an emotional wrath

We cannot forget their love and their smiles

Even when they are far away by miles

You might smile and say ‘Child, I have my Plans’

May be you do, but I still stand by my stance

We might not be able to put a hold on their last breath

But memories we have, will treasure them till our death


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