Allison Anderson

February 17,1999 Connecticut
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Angel of Darkness

I became friends with the darkness
The sun has become a myth
The Rain was only a comforting sound
And how I missed the snow

The walls were covered in tally marks
Counting the days
But seems time has escaped me
And the monsters in my head where only getting louder

I used to be afraid of the dark
But now I felt safety in it
Nobody came to my prison in the dark
I guess they can sleep peacefully at night
I don’t know how demons live in peace
When they break the halos and tear the wings off angels

My mom used to say I was an angel
Who was capable of healing others
My father said I was a monster
Who was capable of destroying everything in its path
I suppose my father was right
And my mother will be heartbroken
Because angels don’t kill and monsters do

I remember the darkness my closest friend
The rain almost burnt as it hit my skin
Red surrounds me and I smile at the sky
Freedom from hell at last
But was it worth the cost of heavens grace

I had crashed my door down
They were not expecting the monster that greeted them
Breaking my chains
Releasing all the rage within
A blood bath I won’t forget
Six souls sent to the pits of hell
By me the once pure angel
Now fallen from grace with an unquenchable taste
For vengeance against the demons who broke her

As I exhaled the smoke deep within my lungs
Burning tobacco was the only thing holding my soul to my body
I watched as they counted the bodies of my friends
Sixteen girls who were Jane Does to the men in uniforms
But were angels whom I remembered each and everyone of their names
And still do to this day

As I closed my eyes to greet the darkness
Death knocking on my door like a close friend
I let my tears finally fall as I think of the things I’ve lost
As I think of the things I missed
But most of all as I let out a staggered breathe
An aching feeling swallows my being
As I think of my dear precious snow

I had become friends with the darkness
That greeted me so kindly as I felt the world slip past me
The sun had returned to celebrate my escape
The rain was now a warm hug comforting my sorrow
But snow was an angel
Who’s innocence I could only hope
was still intact
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