Life started at twelve
All years before, were merely fantasy struggle
Thinking good things
Dreaming decent dreams
Then life began
True life
The life that hurts
and
never ceases to stop
When the Angel fell
When I rolled her over onto my lap
And found her lips busted and bruised
Stiff
Life began with an Angels death
Blood stain on the roll away carpet
Sirens wail
People wail
I hear nothing
I see
yet
I don't
I don't want to remember
But the sights enjoy to torment
The memory becomes more vivid
And I die
Before I began to live
I live only survive
Not to dream nor love
Life bag an with an Angels death
Life began with My Angels death
Soon to be seventeen
While I still survive an Orphan.
 
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