Stolen Souls
It sweeps through the nights,
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death,
I lie there sleeping,
It comes and my life disappears,
I disappeared then i found myself flying,
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left,
I saw his face,
I saw his pain,
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face?
I hear a scream then i wake up,
Its white and clean,
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep
and his face looking at me,
holding my hand,
i suddenly remember the scream,
my own scream,
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive,
he leans closer,
and we share our first kiss.
Copyright © Martina Rodriguez | Year Posted 2009
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