A Beautiful Nightmare

A silent forest I found myself to be,
Walking, but it was so dark I could barely see.
In the distance a neon glow, something I saw was bound,
So I tried to call out, but couldn't even make a sound.

With black wings there was an angel in the distance,
Struck by love I noticed that she was in need of assistance.
She faced opposite of me, blind-folded and chained.
Though muted my lips moved, "I'll set you free" I explained.

Scars I saw as I went to place my hand on her back,
Light had begun to shine, then suddenly my mind went black.
My fingers had turned to knives as I tried to touch her skin,
And before I realized, she screamed as they etched in.

From her deep wounds, dark blood began to spray,
Losing control of my heart the knives continued to claw away.
The more I tried to speak, the deeper her wounds became,
Feeling that all hope was lost, soon I began to feel shame.

Trying so hard to wake from this dream,
Yet easier said than done when just wanting to scream.
Thinking this can't be love, yet only thinking of the pain,
Thoughts continued spinning in circles over and over again.

Standing here just wanting to sob, letting it all out,
Yet I never thought I'd hear myself give up doubt.
I couldn't stop, I was only making it worse,
Watching her as I cried out, tears began to burst.

Slicing the blind-folds off, she turned and wept,
She saw me as I was taking another step.
Knowing that I was threat, her wings engaged,
True beauty I saw, but more pain I waged.

With hands laced on her neck I began to slice,
More blood I wanted, but I know there was a price.
She gazed into my eyes suffering in woe,
Begging for mercy, no longer she glow.

Love bled on the surface with time running short,
She wanted to stop me with one last resort.
Placing a hand on my wrist, so my heart can remember,
What it's like to feel nothing cause soon she would die here.

Her eyes grew heavy, as our bodies collide,
but nothing compared to the weight I was feeling inside.
I didn't want to feel anything anymore,
Just wanted things to be the way they were before.

Unhurt, unnoticed, unheard of,
True lies when you've fallen in love.
Blood-soaked I awoke, wishing she was there for me to hold,
But the pain became too much as her image went cold.