Dying

I wither
into nothing
like a Burnt Spider.

I shatter
and Turn into dust...
the wind blows all of what remains.
Away.

My dreams
Turn into nightmare's.
And Angel's become Demon's.

I Drown
Inside my Flooded City
of Broken Dreams
And Lost Hopes.

I Die
Everyday of my Life
A little more
Every Moment....

by Derek Germain

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Angels become demons, well, they would have to have been fallen angels for sure. Another poem of darkness, like falling into a deep hole and can't get out. Could this be a form of depression, I wonder. Interesting poem--Melvina