Confessions of A Fallen Angel

A collaborative piece about the thoughts that pace through the mind of a fallen angel. From the pedestal up above to the grunge down below, where will she go from here?

It starts off as a small, innocent thought,
Of unattainable desires that flutter through her mind,
Unsure of what she may discover and find,
Never expecting it would turn out filled with distraught.

What lies yonder beyond this enclosed sector,
Should she attempt to take a little peek,
To feed her curiosity is what she seeks,
To taste that desirable sinful nectar.

She drinks of that intoxicating wine,
Deeper she goes and deeper still,
She Believe that these pleasure become real,
Allowing her veins to get tangled and entwined.

Stupor and succumbs to weakness,
Judgement impaired and eclipsed,
Into dark water her body slowly dips,
Unknowingly, she falls into a twisted sickness.

This wretched sin,
She says, "Stab a stake in me,
Bleed me out and let me be."
To end all that had begin.

At times, she would be numb to the pain,
It's a deep scar that opens up ever so often,
Especially when she let her heart soften,
Other days, she lets it reign.

As heartbreaks stir up terrors,
She overcomes it with a steady heart,
Pick up the pieces from the start,
As tragedy begets mindful horrors.

Wounds eventually heal,
Slowly as times passes,
She had allowed some trespasses,
The scars will remain and the history is real.

Past fates have been sealed,
Her heart was secretly stolen,
Burnt to ash with lava molten,
Signed her soul to this deadly deal.

From pain comes strength, she won't cast it adoubt,
Once was burnt ash, now reborn in flame,
Metal tempered, steel reforged,
She rises beyond her wounds and wear them proud.

Sharper than a two edged sword,
Steel sharpens steel,
Forge a new future of different appeal,
Healing did come as a reward.

The future is ever changing,
For each current carries a new path,
Where treasure lies, from there she will seek,
Fluid like the seas always shifting.

Her heart may never be as it was before,
What comes to pass will come to pass,
The pieces broken will heal from this mess,
She is a fighter, sturdier and wiser, a weakling no more.

- SY & Dusty

02:01H 13th February 2016

Jalan Pahang & Kepong

SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.