Alice In Chains inspired me to write this, their song nutshell has seeped through my life again. Anyways this poem may be confusing, it’s about someone that takes their own life because they were never free from their own demons. It’s called Fallen Angel because the person that knew them considered them an Angel, but they are fallen because to the rest of the world, they never existed, as they were so scared of their own self. It’s kinda bad it took me like 3 minutes O-O This was also inspired by Slyvia Plath I’m like attached to her book rn I’m annotating it like everyday it brings me joy
The color drains from your eyes, And your blood, it seeps from your skin, Liberation, it’s nothing more than a gift, That only the lucky ones receive, Something you waited your whole life for, But never given. The seasons change, But you remain astray, The snow won’t hurt you but the sun will, Because you see people who feel more than you do. You chase dreams but can never sleep, Because when you do, those thoughts will just keep you awake, And you’ll search for a space but you can’t find your place, No place to call home, No one to talk to when it gets cold, And even though you did your best to speak, According to those words by your grave, No one really knew your name. -Fallen Angel
