A Fallen Angel
I could feel my angel's wings, invisible but there. I looked up at the sky, wished I was back home, wished I hadn't been tempted. You know the phrase, "a fallen angel?" Well, I'm not one of those; I was thrown from the Pearly Gates by God himself. You see, despite what you believe, not all angels are saints. Sure, were programmed that way, but, sometimes we have faulty wiring. Thus its why I'm in this slimy thing you call Earth.
If you're patient, I'll share my story with you, but it's dreadfully, but, you can pull up a seat if you like. If not, well then, I suppose you have better things to do.
My name is Adelpha,
The Worst of Choices by psychoticturkey, literature
Literature
The Worst of Choices
Your hands are shaking again,
like an earthquake,
I pretend not to notice,
but we both know I do
I wonder how at one point you were like a flower a lotus,
beautiful, full of life, bright, happy,
I remember mornings watching tv, Dexters Lab, Bugs and Daffy,
but then you found those things, your precious drugs
Your choice of suicide, a slow, delirious death,
I know you'v tryed almost all of them, dope, acid, speed, meth
What happened to the happy boy?
The one that craved only for love, and possibly a new toy?
You've been friend for so long,
I've tried to tell you his is wrong.
Shaking hands, chills, bags under your now dull eyes
The Worst of Choices by psychoticturkey, literature
Literature
The Worst of Choices
Your hands are shaking again,
like an earthquake,
I pretend not to notice,
but we both know I do
I wonder how at one point you were like a flower a lotus,
beautiful, full of life, bright, happy,
I remember mornings watching tv, Dexters Lab, Bugs and Daffy,
but then you found those things, your precious drugs
Your choice of suicide, a slow, delirious death,
I know you'v tryed almost all of them, dope, acid, speed, meth
What happened to the happy boy?
The one that craved only for love, and possibly a new toy?
You've been friend for so long,
I've tried to tell you his is wrong.
Shaking hands, chills, bags under your now dull eyes
A Fallen Angel
I could feel my angel's wings, invisible but there. I looked up at the sky, wished I was back home, wished I hadn't been tempted. You know the phrase, "a fallen angel?" Well, I'm not one of those; I was thrown from the Pearly Gates by God himself. You see, despite what you believe, not all angels are saints. Sure, were programmed that way, but, sometimes we have faulty wiring. Thus its why I'm in this slimy thing you call Earth.
If you're patient, I'll share my story with you, but it's dreadfully, but, you can pull up a seat if you like. If not, well then, I suppose you have better things to do.
My name is Adelpha,
Current Residence: The City of Angels Favourite genre of music: tie between metal && punk Wallpaper of choice: Sretch image Personal Quote: Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself
Favourite Visual Artist
Lilly Allen or Amy Winehouse
Favourite Movies
RENT
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Distillers
Favourite Writers
Does Shakesphere count? If not, Nikki Sixx
Tools of the Trade
A pen, paper, and a guitar
Other Interests
photography, cosmotology, painting, drawing, literature, music, writing music
Yet again she finds herself in that dark place between life and death, hoping for anwers,
Emotions swirl inside of her,
>Uncertainty
>>Joy
>>>Sorrow
>>>>Confusion
In the pit of her stomach she feels a churning and a pang, she knows she shouldn't,
but what could one more pill do?
One more needle?
One more ciggerate?
One more nail in her casket?
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cool porcilen of the toilet, tears of sweet relief flying down her face as the needle pressed deeper into her skin and the
itch
of