My Dark Angel

You came that night,

releasing me from my cage,

although you’ve given all your rights,

to the demon lies within rage,

You took it all away from me,

my sorrows and darkness,

so that I could live to see,

this world without pain and sadness;

I kept remembering you,

even though our love isn’t true,

but you said that you would care,

for me whose just a mortal,

Dark chains won’t release the ties,

even when you’re far away,

you tried to be nearer as it lies,

so that you could comfort this fray;

But it was too good to be real,

as the blood bounds to run out soon,

for I had to let you be freed,

with my own hands of severed thorn,

So live my beloved sorrows,

run as you hold my darkness,

for as long as you lived,

you will always be my Dark Angel.

Pray for Silence

Every day I wished you upon,

this sorrows of silence,

to break this hatred you’ve shown,

yelling as if your world ends;

I kept living to stand,

for the sake to succumbed,

you’re treachery as hell as it is,

so that I could pray with ease;

My faith lose into oblivion,

as underneath it was just a vision,

of your sins without mercy,

taking those which you see;

Bring your grudges to me,

so I could cleansed you within,

with this weak soul,

which prays for silence;

No sound, no beat,

not a single beast within reach,

clear this wound of hatred,

to show this mind sheltered;

I’ve shown you those who fail,

returning without soul was thus,

norm within our prays,

so that their minds obeys;

Let us pray for our sins,

let us breed with this sorrow,

so that in the end,

we only pray for silence.

Angels of Dawn

I felt desperate,

holding this sword of fate,

to take your breath away,

beneath your body that sway,

hate me as if you were there,

break me as the chains bear,

as your soul on a judgment tear,

of a sentinel that all which feared;

As for dawn rises,

legions will be free from the dice,

to made a pack with their kin,

as black as fringes that brings,

so give me your soul,

as I’m only a creature that foul,

for resurrecting ghouls underneath,

the City of the Dead that shift;

This bloodshed was just a mere sacrifice,

so that the blood spilled would suffice,

to keep us alive for this era,

where we live was just as far,

as we held this black wings,

a sign for our misery sins,

holding this sword that we spawn,

for we are only Angels of the Dawn.

Blue Rose, Blue Eyes

The moon shimmers within,

Darkness glooms between,

Guess I’ll loom in the garden,

To hide this heart that is blacken;

I creep and I peek,

Every end of every deed,

To find the glow of the dead,

Dimmed by bunch of rosette,

Red, white, yellow,

A truth that is shallow,

As my heart only holds,

This beautiful blue rose;

I pulled aside the dark vines,

Where most of it thorns twined,

Cutting through my skin,

Bits by bits as it dimmed;

Lost for an eternity,

As my blood flows freely,

Throughout the field of sorrows,

For your lovely blue roses;

I fell between sadness - alone,

Suffering as my heart torn,

Lying there waiting,

For Death begging;

Then you kneeled beside me,

Holding me as if I’m yours,

Tears run down your cheek,

Begging for Death to leave me;

Vines of thorns surround you,

But you didn’t even flinched once,

Clinch on to me like it was true,

Saying words of faith and just;

Without a doubt,

That those blue eyes flickered,

Where flames of impossible rot,

Freeing beliefs of what I’ve heard;

With my last breath,

I’d embrace you for these roses,

Succumbed by your eyes,

Wishing that this was real;

Our lips touch, our hands clutch,

Reminiscing the memories,

Of an unobtainable angel,

Where my heart lies deeply;

Feeling sympathy of pain,

As you took my breath away,

Over the pool of tears and blood,

Where these blue roses stood-

Within your blue eyes.

Eternal’s Bond

Feel of warmth, comfort and trust,

I look into thy eyes,

Without doubts and sorrows,

Fulfilling thy wish of eternal vows;

As for the sadness within thy calm,

I clutch thee within my arms,

To subdued the suffering of gods,

So that thy soul would not rot;

I would grit my teeth to endure,

I clings my hands with chains of virtue,

I stand shaken by these wounds,

For the sake of an angel of my dawn;

Thee; should not be worrying,

For a demon which of such suffering,

Reluctantly take all which he’d gain,

As I would give my body to take away thy pain;

This moment may not last for eternity-

But wherever my body may be,

Thy soul will search for this body,

Even within another life of memory,

For thee is everything to this lifeless body.