A Girl With An Angles Power
Sometimes I know not what to feel,
As most things seem to be surreal,
My hatred curdles with my love,
For this demon who lives above.
Her sightless eyes stare back at me,
It takes all I am just not to flee,
I want to hold her stone cold hand,
But she is no longer in this land.
I feel so sad I sit and cry,
My only wish is to say good bye,
But she holds on with a locking grip,
She never from my conscience slips.
Her face will never leave my side,
There is no place to run and hide,
For ever tormenting my heart and soul,
Until one day I too am cold.
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