October 23nd our worlds collided,
but we could not see the end.
Late nights filled with drunken talks,
thoughts never to be spoken sober.
My arms were lonely and abused,
yet you brought love upon them.
You had found a broken angel,
and turned her into an ill demon as yourself.
Talks of drugs and explorations banned in your worlds,
that little innocent girl was soon killed off.
Eventually you grew tired because she was not herself,
yet you were the one who had made her into a demon.
She eventually sobered up,
from the pain and intoxication and grabbed her wings and flew.
She begged for forgiveness,
yet could never revert back.
You grew to miss her,
at least that's what you made her believe.
You had changed,
you were no longer the demon,
you were the devil.
You tormented her,
til her arms became to bleed black.
She could not satisfy your desires,
she was a weak slave in your eyes,
unworthy of anything.
Once again,
her heart and soul collapsed,
the pain destroyed her.
As did you,
mighty lover.
You destroyed her most of all,
yet beware;
Just because you created her, does not mean you can control her.
She's returning for her revenge.
-l.c.g.
Woops, first poem. Constructive criticism please? :-)