Lost in the eyes of an angel, while napping in her wings
Lost in the pestilence and remembrance that her smile brings,
Drifting through hell, while my main arteries lie pulsing on her top shelf.
Sipping acidic love, through a straw called thoughts of self.
Not knowing, why how or who the next victim shall be?
Bulls***, I was the target, you know, ME!
As life revolves around that aspect, I don't talk of I, as we just disrespect.
Murder my style, and destroy my flow.
So many ways, and secrets only you know!
Deviously staring me in the eyes, as a thousand nerves die.
Confidence is self shot, and the hell you have brought.
fight for her I will, though every stride she makes...
Destroys my will