BIOSHOCK POEM: ANGELS THAT FELL FROM ABOVE - SINGE SABRE

http://facebook.com/SingeSabre Words and Art Sources in description- This is my poem inspired by Bioshock called Angels That Fell From Above. BioShock is one of my favorite games and I find it has some of the best stories, characters and atmospheres in video game history. Picture 1: Rapture Before the Fall Wallpaper by 2kGames http://www.2kgames.com/cultofrapture/downloads Picture 2: Re-edited Version of Previous Wallpaper http://img.wallpaperstock.net:81/bioshock-wallpapers_21796_1280x800.jpg Picture 3: Beauty and the Beast by grz3so -http://grz3so.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2bmrbs Picture 4: BioShock concept art http://img490.imageshack.us/img490/1061/wallpaperbioshock021280mq4.jpg Words: Torn from humanity Thrown to insanity Innocence lifted Power shifted A hunger - a greed Desire to feed Darkness won't leave Because it is what I am something implanted inside- I am damned But THIS I don't know IT does not show Asleep, on my own cannot awaken Childhood is taken Because we want to be more We tried to heal where there wasn't a sore Armed with a drill and ready to bore Evolution is steamed to our core Adaptation flips back through our lore A single soul - Never ending war Take one look at my tattered dress Bubbles will turn you to a battered mess I taste your blood and the matter's fresh The Adam I see Flows through the veins of those maddened by Eve Syringe binges in the blackest of seas and under the water there isn't a breeze A final frontier You freed your mind and we'll imprison it here Masters of science - Prey to be captured They will be chewed in the cold jaws of Rapture A metaphor for the rest of the world Like that yellow eyed dirty dressed little girl A tyrant is glorified and pictured in frames A tincture to drink and play the realest of games The fateful day - The primordial slugs The ultimate entry in the order of drugs Take your skin and graft it to metal Sink and sink to bottom and settle There will be a bond and one final love looking for angels that fell from above A pair of minds have been tethered To walk these endless leaking halls forever A shame when utopia turns into hell A magic escape to a submarine cell Your mind is gone - Your body is only a shell
BIOSHOCK POEM: ANGELS THAT FELL FROM ABOVE - SINGE SABRE