Dark angel
The Dark Angel asks:
Are you ready to surrender?
Then I kiss you with my bright red lips to carry forward your soul,
to carry your spirit from this world to a place where everything's on hold.
Where clocks no longer tick tock, where streams do not meander.
A place where your tears won't flow, a place where thoughts are empty.
With my hands I will drag this body of yours to a place that you cannot see.
With my wings I will fly you out of this misery and rest you in sweet reds and pinks, some orange, too.
With my mind I will whisper promises that you can no longer hear,
until you shall feel no more of me.
~ N.P.
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