A Fallen Angles Poem Poem by Clarie Sweet

All chained up and all alone my death is written into stone,
and all my hopes and all my dreams have fallen like my broken wings,

scratches here scratches there my blood is dripping everywhere

my heart is slowing my mind is racing its my death that im now facing,

then an ocean of blackness eases my pain and then my sadness slowly drains,
then the sounds I could here clear as day are rapidly fading away,
the end to all my dreaded days my soul has lifted but my body stays