The Fallen Angel & The Deadman's Painful Passion.

by DeathsLove   Oct 5, 2006


A shell of the old me.
Pain has made me this way.
A soul, tortured.

Pain comes with love.
And the hate follows the rage.
You who have stolen my wings make me this way.

I loathe you.
Everything you are.
I will never be.

I'm split.
I'm torn...

But I'll survive.
He saves me.
His fallen angel.
I love him.
I owe him.

My Lord,
My Beloved,
He holds my dark heart.

Grab him close,
Kiss him fiercely.

Make love till the pain fades.
Digging nails like claws in his back.

Kiss away the sting.
Mend the bodies.

Bonded in union.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Chris W.

    Very deep. Gives the reader a lot to think about. Well done! Ill have to read more of your work