A dark image walks his way slowly
to me his eyes are full of malice
but they are enchanting to see, a
darkness I wish to read.
His beauty draws me toward him,I
am scared but yet I am unafraid
of him.His beauty so hypnotizing.
His darkness sizzles it's warnings
to run away,my feet never to move
backwards, stepping closer to him
they stray.
His voice is filled with a hollowness
that can be heard all around me,he is
trying to build a fear inside of me,
instead I walk closer wanting to see
him more clearly.
The closer I move toward him the more
my body chills in his presence.He has
captivated my mind to take as his own
now,I am still not scared of the image
I may find.
My body is shaking and my heart is
trembling,my knees are weak as I walk
closer to the man I seek to see.
A few steps more and I see a beautiful
dark angel standing before me.His hair
glistens it's blackness down his back,
his eyes are the color of coal,his skin
the color of tarnished copper.
His hand opens up enticing me to take
a hold of it,I tremble as I give him
what he wants,my mind now belongs to
this man as I take hold of his hand.
My soul now has been taken by the power
of this dark angel.My eyes can only see
the beauty of a man that carries his own
misery.
I walk down the path that he leads me,my
heart now to bleed seeing nothing more
than his beauty,a dark angel in need.I
will not be the one who refuses he,we
share now each others miseries.
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Dark angel
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