I look into your eyes, they're gleaming like black oil,
I gave you my heart only to be scarred by your soul,
I journeyed back to our past, our memories...
There I saw you, a young boy, you look so innocent,
Gazing back at me with angelic eyes,

What have become of you now?
Why did that angel turn into such a dark saint?
"Paint me with black wings", you said

I don't have to,
It's already there...

Already shrouding you with their darkness,
You opened your arms to them,
Embracing, never letting go,
You words turn to ice,
You heart coated with poison,
"Paint my heart black", you said

I don't have to,
It's already there...

Falling into darkness,
You are eaten by your own soul,
Consumed by your greed to conquer,
I gave you everything,
You gave me nothing,

Let the earth open her belly,
Let the fires of Hell suck you in,
You wailed in despair,
You wailed in regret,
Everything is lost...

Your pride, your throne and your majestic soul,
Only time can tell,
From below you scream "Forgive me, please..."

I cannot do it,
You're already dead

You did it to yourself,
You seek pride and greed,
My fallen angel, my dark saint,

You're already dead...


When I'm bored, I do this; dig up all my old stuff and look at them. This poem here was done about 4 years ago. Actually, I don't know the exact date, but...I don't care. It's not the best. I have more but I have to find them. Artworks might come a little later. So there you have it. Enjoy.