finished business

The clock strikes two and I’m still typing here.

 My dreams will haunt me; I’ve every right to fear.

I have nothing left; my wings have been clipped,

 too fragile for life; I’m going down with my ship.
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I shake here in agony; the tears still seem to flow,

 I’m telling you things you already should know.

I’m lying here, broken, beaten, and cold,

 while He’s draining my body of the soul I have sold.



You’re not fully aware as He beckons you in,

 you’re slurring and sighing as the whispers begin.

You close your eyes tightly, your muscles relax

 as the punctures appear from His verbal attacks.



In my cold lover’s arms I awake in a daze,

 wondering how I have captured your gaze.

The last thing I remember is His white, dead face;

 now the light shining from yours is my saving grace.



This nightmare is silent, no cries and no screams;

 my vision is tinged crimson, as are my dreams.

I’m bleeding out my heart, it drips silently;

 I writhe as you wait, shaking violently.



He loved me.

He lied.

You confessed it.





             I died.



My cries of agony are enough to leave you breathless;

 I never would’ve thought He’d be so heartless.

You gained my trust and love and devotion;

 He was just an empty shell, devoid of emotion.



The color is drained from my now even more-porcelain face,

 you’re nervous and hesitant as your dead pulse tries to race;

you had no perception of what I would be;

 darker an angel than what you could ever foresee.



You feel your knees weaken as my lashes part,

 your cold, expired heart attempts to restart.

Your eyes are all glassy; your lungs try to breathe

 as you’re craving and wanting what I have that you need.

Our ice-cold bodies slowly begin to melt

 as our feelings mirror those that we once had felt.

The blush from ruby blood that used to run

 has now ceased to spill, our living is done.

Now we are eternally bound ‘til the end,

 no matter what matter is still left to amend.

As the night meets the day, together we run;

 our lives intertwined, our stories begun.