My Twisted Angel


Well I guess I am stuck with the beast
She offers nothing but her outside cover
But maybe that is enough
Because I seem to wither every time she vanishes

Is she my vital lifeline
Or is she the devil's vigorous red wine?
Either way she determines my twisted happiness
And treads across my unguarded heart

Am I strong enough to see through her tainted halo
And move on before she takes me too low?
It will be a bruising storm
But it is worth it to reform

To stay with her would be suicide
And no more will I hide
I will climb to the summit
To take my heartbeat back

Well I guess I am slipping away from this fire-breathing angel
She never really offered anything but a handicapped life
That could never be enough for anyone with a true heart
And it seems I soar higher every minute we are apart

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