In a field of wind swept pines and withered flowers
An angel appears before my sight,
On a miserable day, with horrible weather
And a most ominous of nights.
Stitched up like some kind of attic ragdoll
Head and neck warped and cocked to one side,
She tells me that shes broken, that she's in pain
I stand wondering why in me she decided to confide.
Eyes red from apparent crying she walked closer to me
And a fear ran cold up my spine,
But also a deep sympathy for this broken angel
Who if anything was somewhere inside slowly dying.
She bled with bruises and cuts of love
The deeper wounds left unhealed scratches and incisions,
Who had been her lover before I wondered
Who could left her so damaged with such precision?
Her tears cut into me like diamond razored knives
My heart was breaking in rhythm with hers as it pumped,
Slowly limping she crept inch by painful inch
Swallowing hard down my throat a pity and loathing lump.
Hair split ended and dirty with blood stains
Tattooed and lip ring swelling to burst,
Barely a whisper as she held out her hands
Voice dry and feebled as if dying of thrist.
Wrapping those inked up arms around my neck
Instinct to hold her close,
Knowing that anyone could hurt an angel
Was what ached inside the most.
My shirt stained with tears and blood she cried so hard
A cold wind weeped for us and our pain,
Wings torn and shredded to fly no longer
Dark clouds overhead swelling for rain.
She placed my hands on her face with a gentle touch
And stared into the void that is my eye,
And what I witnessed inside hers, what I saw to be true
Made me break down and uncontrollably cry.
The screams and arguments of former lovers screeched
The lies had crippled her sense of being worthy and cared,
Tightly clenched fist striking her to earthy soil
The fear of a beaten woman, and she for years was scared.
She had been what she was meant to be to them
Pure, and angel of love and grace,
They had robbed her of that and of herself
Burned her wings and spit in her face.
She was manufactured for one purpose alone
To bring love into the hearts of men,
Batteries were dead now leaking acid
As she held me like I was her closest friend.
Her wiring was torn to pieces and frayed
All living things seemed to die as she wept,
I could feel the last beating of the soul inside
Where once her heart was kept.
She rubbed my tears away smearing crimson on my cheek
Feathers fading from white to black so pitch,
They lofted away in endless breezes
As she pulled her wrist and seams to tighten another stitch.
She took my hand in hers and whispered to close my sight
And in that a nightmare was brought to clear view,
Shades of the deepest anguish and terrible visions
Under a sky turning to black from blue.
They had all lied to her, every one of them
She was played with, used, and discarded in the wind,
Expiration date and serial number scratched off
And batteries dead for an eternity within.
I couldn't say that I was sorry
For how can sorry make up for such a disgrace?
How I could I ever explain that I was different?
Without causing only more unwanted pain on her face.
How could I make her truly see
That the attrocities suffered would never be with me?
To give her another way to look at the hearts of men
And allow her to fly again gracefully.
I knew that nothing I could say would ever suffice
She would never trust another one such as me,
Eyes swollen to be nearly closed
Never again would those ever truly see.
So I said nothing but what was in my pocket may do
Placing the object in her hand very very gently,
A soft kiss as I walked away
As she opened her hand and inserted a brand new battery.