Various Poems by E.VA #28 My Rapist
As a token of vile promises rendered
Is it too late to forgive?
My fear
Beneath your cruel hands
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
My Angel of
My feathers bloodied...
My hell personified
With what do you fill my shadow?...
There is time to forgive yet...
Yet you want more of
My mercy and hate?...
Yet further still am I locked in your lies...
I am near death and
Lost am I in
My wings laying broken on the floor
There is a time to forgive yet
my wings laying broken on the floor
as a token of vile promises rendered
beneath your cruel hands...
My wings laying broken on the floor
my feathers bloodied
beneath your cruel hands
Yet you want more of
my feathers bloodied...
I am near death and
yet you want more of
my fear...
Lost am I in
my hell personified
yet further still am I locked in your lies
my Angel of
my hell personified...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
my Angel of
my mercy and hate?...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
with what do you fill my shadow?...
My Mercy and hate?...
Is it to late to forgive?...
The answer?
Yes.
A Poem by E.VA
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