Forsake Me

Another unrealistic fantasy.

Who is my paramour?

Is it my angel?

Can an enticing angel,
Hate with such evil?

Can such an angel,
Be so vigorous towards the enemy?

More than a substantial heart,
Cherished and mattered,
Taking a hold of with such imperfect care.

Who is my paramour?

Is it my demon?

Can a repulsive demon,
Love with such passion?

Can such a demon,
Be so fervor towards the enemy?

More than a pitied soul,
Scarred and torn,
Taking a hold of sin with apocalyptic care.

My angel,
Remarkable.

My oh my,
How unworthy I am.

From first to last,
She will forever be,
My care taker.

My devotion,
Solely to her,
My life only to her.

My demon,
A mighty fighter he is.

Security of a sickness,
An ecstasy I can not refuse.

From sunlight to sunset,
He will forever reside within,
Sanity never strikes.

My calamitous, heinous, lustful king,
For I forever beg on my knees,
For he forever amidst within my thighs.

Who are they?

What are they?

Possible to intertwine the two,
I think not.

Thirst for love,
Open to be filled.

For they make me,
For they love me?
For they must murder me.

For I shall,
Capture the bitter metallic,
Slash it across my vain flesh...

Wish granted.