My Lost Archangel

Chanting your name
Like a mantra

I drift to where it all began
To those golden moments
Now tainted by the venom of self-doubt

Will I ever disentangle myself
From the perverted game of my mind?

Is it not cruel enough
That you make me suffer?

Our love,
We swore to the razor
Would be one of a kind

Praying for you
Longing for you
Bleeding for you
Is the state you left me into

You are the one I adore
But am I the one you abhor?

With every plea I make
With every breath I take
I cannot end this plight

Because my life, darling
Is yours to take.


© Yénusha



Poetry by -YeNuShA-
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Written on 2010-04-19 at 15:46

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