Sierra Brodman, 15 december 2011
Angels of darkness,
Angels of hell,
And the Angel of Death,
Will steal your soul.
Burning flesh,
Of the ones you love.
Now your worst nightmare,
Is coming to life.
I'll steal your heart,
I'll steal your soul.
You'll burn in hell,
And you'll hear my laugh.
Your torture,
Just isn't enough.
Your death,
Is no fun to watch.
Your pleas of mercy,
Your screams and tears,
Your begging cry's,
Can't help you know.
I am your Satin,
I am your Worst Fear,
I am your Nightmare.
Now you have nowhere to run.
Your screams of pain,
Your tears of fear,
No one can hear,
As you call for help.
I have your soul,
I hear your pleas,
But Its not enough,
As I sit and watch.
The darkness encloses,
The pain you feel now,
Is the pain you gave me,
So here's it back.
Your fear is strong,
Your scream is loud,
Your tears are steaming,
Your worst nightmare...
Is ME!
Sierra Brodman, 14 november 2011
Angels of the night,
Angels of the day.
She crys at night,
And hides the tears at day.
Her heart is hollow,
Her eyes show the pain,
That she trys so hard,
To hide behind her smile.
The teady bear he gave her,
Is the ashes in the fire place.
The red roses he sent her,
Are dead and now, black.
She tells him every day,
"It takes one smile,
To hide 1,000 tears."
And he just walks away.
She misses him so much,
But now she wishes to disaper.
She crys at night,
So that he wont see.
The pain he caused her,
Is filling her heart with hate.
She is tired of trying,
So she just let go.
She got what she wanted.
Her name carved into a rock,
She lays in a black satin sheet,
Beautifully laid out.
Sierra Brodman, 2 november 2011
Everyone cry's throughout their life,
Weather its a skinned knee,
Or a broken heart.
Even some of us hide the tears.
As a little kid its so much easier,
With the skinned knee's.
But when its time to grow up,
We end up with broken hearts.
The pain from a cut is so much better,
Then a shattered heart because,
No matter how hard we want it,
It never seems to go away.
What hurts the most is knowing,
That the person we saw our future with,
And gave them our fragile hearts,
We will never be able to redo our wrong's.
The emotions and tears we hide,
Will stay right there behind the wall.
Until one day it will break,
And the angel of death is waiting.
With the diamond like tears,
Falling down her pale white cheeks,
The knife in her slim fingered hand,
And an unfinished poem left in her pocket.
Sierra Brodman, 21 october 2011
As life goes by,
Into the hands of time.
Empty and cold,
But friends stay close.
Her heart empty like,
A cold clean cave.
As someone comes in,
Time takes them away.
As she walks down the street,
The wind whipping her face,
And rain falls down as,
Fast as her heart hits the ground.
Her smile shows but,
Her heart cry's out loud.
She is hidden in the back of her heart,
With her emotions not showing.
She seems so happy,
As her heart shatters like,
A broken vase,
But her smile shines to hide her pain.
As life goes by,
Into the hands of time.
Empty and cold,
But friends stay close.
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