Birth Of Evil-Angel

By Samika Ren

Years of darkness,

Turning me into the viscous evil,

My soul has cages,

In every corners are walls of breakage,

My rage; sky high.

I tear the words of freedom, biggest fears,

I turned myself into my enemy,

Fears turning my blood into black coal,

The flow of life interrupted by the busiest,

All the roads got twisted down to the ground,

Leaving back, an emptiness.

In the middle of night: I stand

To jump down into the invisible, yet inevitable

World of lies; cruelties,

The price to pay makes my hand a grave,

Dripping read drops, I live to drain.

Path opens to the world of hell,

But my house was heaven of evil.

And there the birth of an evil-angel.

By Samika Ren