My fallen Concience

 Blood along my wrists,running from my arm,
Razors are my friends,they numb pain and harm.
Stained with agont,a mettalic lock,
My own temptation the least of my shock.

Mighty rivers flow with tears I have made,
They crash around me as I took the blade.
Emotional pain bottled up for years,
All luck ran low when I had no more fears.

My red rose turned black along with my heart,
Though often I tried,I never could part.
Mistakes have happened,I can't ever learn,
So I just sit here,watching candles burn.


This fallen angel,it's wings are my own,
Born of pure good light,giving all he's known.
Now dead of all hope,he searches for love,
Let everything go with a great big shove.

To find clarity,I fought to remain,
Do not judge my life or call me insane.
One Friday morning,I saw that he cared,
I showed my old scars,thinking he'd be scared.

He held me so close,I could hear his heart,
It cried out to me,saying to not part.
My love's name is Zach,his wings are my own,
The fallen angel who gave all he's known.

He gave all for love without looking back,
I began to smile,my heart was not black.
Zach understands me when many do not,
My other half here,he was what I sought