Behind the Green Eyes

{March 3, 2011}   Another Poem



Half empty bottle of whisky sits before her

She pours herself another glass

Trying to mask the pain within

Trying to forget the past.

Her angel wings now hidden

Masked by her pain and despair

Fighting back the tears

She pulls back her long blond hair.

As she downs another shot of whisky

Her black eye-liner begins to run

Damming him to hell

For all the pain he’s done.

His evil takes a hold of her

Fighting to be free

She gasps for every breath

Asking, “what happened to me?”

She awakes the next morning

In a strange bed

With blurred vision

And an aching head.

She pulls out her knife

Stroking the sharp blade

How dare she be so careless

How dare she let his evil win the crusade.

She let the past come back to haunt her

Thought she had locked it away

Just goes to prove the dark angel

Can’t forget her pain.


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