Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Evil Angel: A Poem


Evil Angel

Evil angel, up on the hill

Watching from the closet, mirrors, and just outside my windowsill

Sneak in to my room every night, offering temptations screaming action

Whisper in my ear, I can hear you breathing

I won’t fall for you.

Body of a Goddess, skin so smooth,

 lips a lush hot red

 yet blue and cold, so cold.

I don’t need you.

I’ll find another way,

You hand me the blade,

One touch and I feel the rush

Or the barrel of the gun

Aimed straight for the heart

I feel the heat but I won’t run, No

It’s the easy way out, that’s all that you were ever about.

I’ve awoken at last, snapped out of some sick dream

Where I've reached an eternal peace, floating in the calm of the endless sea

And you’re not here, no, not anymore.

All I can see now is a shadow, one bright light

She steps out from the far corner, not alluring but undesirable

Nobody envies me, nor competes for her love

Yet she is the path that I must take,

To remain a player in this game of life, as they speak.

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