"Even angels die" by Yuki Erika Radcliffe

Even Angels Die

The dreary night shows no tomorrow,

The rain brings not a thing but sorrow,

If I could ask for love to borrow,

Love is what you would deny.

Although my fate had been foretold,

Although your heart, I could not hold,

With meager pocketfuls of gold,

You weren’t a creature I could buy.

I found that even given time,

The bell would not begin to chime,

My greatest sin was not a crime,

In truth, indeed, I could not cry.

My conscience spoke; I paid no heed,

I listened only to my greed,

And for that selfishness, I bleed,

But I continue, still, to lie.

Yet, despite this awesome power,

Despite the lives that I devour,

Inside my heart, my spirit cowers,

I lose no matter how I try.

I feel nothing but my shame,

Because of you, I take the blame,

Though you an I are both the same,

We never could see eye to eye.

The rain has turned the earth to mud,

And in the distance comes the flood,

While waters red as human blood

Are falling from the darkened sky.

The pieces of my heart, now shattered,

Into the gusting wind were scattered,

Although to me, it never mattered,

I bled until my veins ran dry.

As silent as the river purled,

I had come to leave this world,

I ran away, my wings unfurled,

But never had I learned to fly.

Without any qualms at all,

Upon the heavens, I did call,

I learned that even angels fall,

I learned that even angels die.