Dying Angel Poem by Alsa Haslinda bt Alias

Dying angel, is calling upon the star
An immortal caged in, and was captured by mortals
As my eyelids are drift in to sleep, I am surrounded
With withered leaves, slowly crashes into bits of dried petals
Upon my golden body, I look upon the sky again
It was nothing but lights, hindering me from looking up
Upon my home, over looking down the earth
As I am tired, I am covered with such betrayal
When mortal love fall upon me, I rebel
Against my own kind, I now stumble
My arms are now with slashes of blood, I no longer empowering
The lifetime, of self mutating, what is I have turned into?
Nothing but a dying angel, waiting to be rescued
Waiting to be excepted again, but when these eyes
Has fallen on a mortal’s purity, I have completely
Forgotten why I am here from the first place
I feel my wings are being detach, I feel my wings are being scratched
As the cold surface of the cement, is weakening my soul
I am stuck on this land, and through strong wind
And through stormy sand, I shall bare what is left in my hands
The pain I shall stand, is the suffering I shall gain