My Disaster.

To my love...

 

He's my undead angel, my villainous master.
My zombie man, my ballstic disatser.
When I get near him my heart races faster.
My sanity chips away like old plaster.

He's draped in sadness and shadowed in pain.
He brings with him thunder, and lightning, and rain.
His soul is as black as a sticky ink stain.
He's my very existence and my terrible bane.

He's the sun to me, and the moon as well.
He's heaven to me, and at the same time hell.
He could summon me with just the ring of a bell.
He's like a priceless treasure I'll  never sell.

 

But he walks alone, and he doesn't see me.
Wandering, pondering lost in insanity.
With his head in the clouds he hears not my plea.
So I watch him, can't touch him, drowning in misery.

Author's Note

it's my first time with my muse back, so b nice.

Reviews

[HorHay3]

But he walks alone, and he doesn't see me.
Wandering, pondering lost in insanity
these were my favorite lines.
great job. thanks for sharing

[nostal]

Nice. Incredibly, i liked it.

[Rebecca Rogers]

>But he walks alone, and he doesn't see me.
>Wandering, pondering lost in insanity.
LOVE these two lines.

Ah, yes... Writing about someone you want, but don't have. Nice write! :)

[Sun Dog]

Wow the ups and downs indeed. I generally dont like rhyming poems but this one is good! Very good expressions!

[Flame DM]

*Claps* awsome write! Love the rhyming and the use of comparisons in this piece. welcom back muse!

Flame

[Doctor Deathstab]

It a good mixture of good rhyme and sappy loviness. I liked it.