A day.. A Heart... A memory

A day..

A heart..

A memory.. so much a love as great as this.

I can not tell you how I long for love,, for adventure .. for my freedom from the realm of death.

The evil with his hands of black bruised with lies and boiled envy.

His eyes of dread of red and black.

OH how I long to leave this place.

The light up above I welcome you with a smile of the smallest inch of shriveld skin.

NO matter I will soon be with the angels, sweet angels of love.

MY time in this hell hole of forsaken unjust deserts are feeding into my flesh of forced entry.

The day I hate to remember of lust that stricken my heart with a knife of content.

I long for that heart I once had Never will I ever have it again.

That memory that strikes me down with every step I take every Chain I attach yard by yard.. hour by hour they grow stronger,heavier. Splashed with blood and anguish.

Angels I cry to thee let me rest with you along the master of the world of love of my dying heart!

I prey...

     Angels...

       Angels...

Come for me..

 

SO I may "live" another day ..

Author's Note

sometimes evil can be recognized in the most twisted and discusting ways. Not this time this time it is found in love.