Black roses grow <br />At the edge of my mind <br />Blood red rain falls down <br />Upon my head <br />Black feathers incase me <br />Lift me to new heights <br />Soaring through the minds <br />Of many <br />Damned and Guilty <br />Innocent and Caring <br />Everything burns at my touch <br />But yet the roses always grow <br />The darkest of blacks <br />The most simplest of colors <br />Yet always the most dark <br />I touch the minds of all <br />I show them sin <br />Then I turn away <br />Hoping they want no more <br />But they always pull me back <br />Forever in this cycle <br />I have escorted many <br />To the depths of Hell <br />For I am merely an Angel <br />The Angel of the Damned<br /><br />Janelle Morehart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-the-damned/
