The self - the daydream of the angel,
Its shadow - a nightmare of my demons.
Self-hatred with a mask,
As dreams begin to crack,
Playing the cards with ease,
Waiting for hell to freeze.
My muse you shall remain,
Your kiss I can't abstain,
Lost in this glass of chance,
The thoughts and their expanse.
A sin without control,
Your words embrace my soul,
Destined remains confused,
The scar as though infused.
No comments:
Post a Comment