Young Writers Society

Tears of an Angel
My cold body swings,
From the tree that bears the noose.

The noose,
That is wrapped around my neck.

Dead flowers swarming,
Dropping down.

Turning from once beautiful colors,
To grey and black.

Tears of an angel,
Fall from her face,
Dropping onto my body and the ground.

Colors flash from the tears,
But the colors disappear,
When cold hate,
Turns them grey.

The angels carry me away,
Burying me at a happy place.

That in time,
Turns cold and dark.

My friends mourn at my grave,
But they don't know I try to comfort them.

All they feel is cold sadness.

The tears of an Angel,
Are never good signs.

The tears of an Angel,
Have not yet shown a sign to stop.

My Angel,
Is still crying its tears,
But i know,
That life will never come back into me.

So my angel keeps crying,
Trying to hope for life.

But life has gone,
Left me behind.

My angel,
Its no use.

Stop crying,
Its no use to save something that isnt there.