Well this poem is really where my nickname Crimson Angel started. I dont really know where angel came in, maybe just maybe, its an atonym in and of itself. But then again I am my own walking talking atonym.
This one was written at a turning point in my life. I think the last 10 years I have let so much of me die little by little that I was just a shell of myself. Yet in July 1999 I had my accident and I was, for lack of a better term, resurected.
This one wasnt about anyone, just how i was feeling at the time. Mind you, I have never and will ever attempt suicide. I feel that is a week mans way out, and I am far from weak. That's why I write my poetry because it is a pain realease.
