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Forsake Me

Poetry By: Love Reaper

Another unrealistic fantasy.

Submitted:Oct 5, 2009    Reads: 87    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Who is my paramour?

Is it my angel?

Can an enticing angel,
Hate with such evil?

Can such an angel,
Be so vigorous towards the enemy?

More than a substantial heart,
Cherished and mattered,
Taking a hold of with such imperfect care.

Who is my paramour?

Is it my demon?

Can a repulsive demon,
Love with such passion?

Can such a demon,
Be so fervor towards the enemy?

More than a pitied soul,
Scarred and torn,
Taking ahold of sin with apocalyptic care.

My angel,

My oh my,
How unworthy I am.

From first to last,
She will forever be,
My care taker.

My devotion,
Solely to her,
My life only to her.

My demon,
A mighty fighter he is.

Security of a sickness,
An ecstasy I can not refuse.

From sunlight to sunset,
He will forever reside within,
Sanity never strikes.

My calamitous, heinous, lustful king,
For I forever beg on my knees,
For he forever amidst within my thighs.

Who are they?

What are they?

Possible to intertwine the two,
I think not.

Thirst for love,
Open to be filled.

For they make me,
For they love me?
For they must murder me.

For I shall,
Capture the bitter metallic,
Slash it across my vain flesh...

Wish granted.


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