Hands clutched over my ears
Trying to drown out the cacophony of twisted souls
Shrieks and shouts piercing my ears
Like shards of glass through my brain
"Enough enough", I whimper
"No more please no more"
I beg and implore
But no one listens
No one hears my pleadings
I am voiceless in the crowd
A small insignificant being no one sees
Demons writhing and moaning
Seeking their pleasure among the humans
I scream and shout
Still no one hears
Demons preying upon my fears
Flames licking at my feet
Claws digging into my flesh
Pulling me under
Cravings so strong
Cannot fight them anymore
Going limp
Letting them consume me
Bowing my head down
Snorting a line
Flying so high
Never touching the sky
Crashing and burning
Fallen angel waiting for death....

Very happy that the fallen angel got back up and flew without 'help'.
Well written Poet.

Things of the past can no longer hurt
for this angel now soars.

Ms Poet Fly High!!!

Thank you my friends...the only "help" I need now is from my friends

And for you we all wll be here