You hit me
Like ecstasy
You slapped me
With the reality of my fantasy
You struck me
Like a bolt of lightning
Sparks flying
Igniting a never ending fire
In the depths of my body
You invaded my blood stream
Made me think in colours.
Speak in memories.
Wade in bliss.
But time swung out
Its unforgiving arms.
Dug it's claws into
The essence of our love.
We could've been flying,
But destiny's intentions
Were cruelly unpredictable.

I keep bleeding,
because I'm too
addicted to picking
on the same scabs,
reopening the same old wounds,
and crying over a broken heart,
that would have healed ages ago,
if not for me,
and my masochistic obsession.

When the demons come out to play,
And the angels lose their faith;
The unholy will rule.
Heaven, Olympus, nirvana no more.

The darkness will ***** out
Every flame that dares burn bright.
The world will be devoured whole.
Humanity will not survive.

Oh, but there will be humans
Millions of men and women.
Man will **** man, woman will **** child.
The angels will fall from grace.
The demons will rise out of their graves.

When the blood is shed,
All sheep of a same colour.
The fleece will fall off,
The wolves will once more stalk.

Hellspawn never really came from hell.
Gabriel, Michael , Raphael; they too were ordinary men.

We’re the lunatics in this world full of normalcy. The honest liars , unaffected by the universal hypocrisy.

Hand in hand , we’ll take a stand. For better or worse; ash to ash , dust to dust. Keeping in mind , the world has its haters , its got the just. But the right to love is infringed by this superficial bunch.

Their judgmental eyes, prying noses. Sticking in places they shouldn’t be; Judging people who stick it in places they shouldn’t be.

In god we trust , this godforsaken nation. I don’t think god cares if you’re gay or lesbian. Never was it written that it makes you less of a being.

But woe to the one who dreams of equality. Support what I say or you’re just spreading misogyny. Racism and sexism don’t exist for the majority. All of this **** spread by zealotry.

Spreading your legs is oppressing my feminity. Misandry is a lie says she, speech full of obscenities.

Forgotten are those who suffer in silence, The lies of brats masking the violence.

Where is my privilege? I’m straight, white, and male. You sip on your pumpkin spice, Telling me to rot in hell, For the basic transgression of begging for help.