FALLEN ANGELS

I know i promised, no more, not even one.      Her fallen angels are whispering come play...   I stare at the walls of my own prison splashed with dark purples, navy blues and a dash of crimson red.                           The colors of pain never able to be spoken. A child's view of a prison never to be escaped.         Her angels gathering her close whispering come play...                                     just one new one, a beautiful new battle scar. She cries, alone, a battle she rarely won.          She has promised so many times before, but her fallen angels keep placing the razors edge in her palm whispering come play...                         She stares at it wanting to come play just this once.                                       He'll be so angry, his blue gaze never sees the beauty of her battle scars. Reminding her of wars fought and tortures endured. Raging rivers she's crossed and land mines averted, yesterday, everyday.            No his blue gaze only sees the weeping blood of promises broken.            Her fallen angels are gathering her ever closer whispering come play...