A Lil'Piece Of Heaven Spiked With Hell Poem by Toshia Hall

Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city

A dark silhouette against the flashing lights

Watching the despair and vulnerability

Of the unaware mortals with lack of sight.



They don’t see his kind or the dangers that awaits

Around every turn; in every aspect of their lives

For only their suffering and blood will sedate

The demons hungers; only the strong survives



He should be their protector, their savior

But he’s fallen; light tainted by the dark

He chose her; sweet lips and divine flavor

So now he bares the lost wings mark



Those who’s fallen from God’s grace

Destined to roam the earth for eternity

A despaired and forgotten race

Consumed by Satin’s insanity



He basked in Heaven’s serenity and light

But he turned his back for the sin of lust

The tantalizing feel of her flesh each night

Pleasure so strong it peaks to combust



And sends him spiraling over the edge

Deeper and deeper he slips down

Closer to Hell; further from Heaven’s refuge

Forsaken and alone he is forever bound



To watch man live, love and die

To see remorse and God’s forgiveness

Never to know it and breach the sky

Once more; filled with hate and wrongness



He’s a lil’piece of heaven spiked with hell

An angel who has lost his way

Jealous of man, so normal and frail

Capable of only watching each day