unspeakable beauty,
the fairest to ever have been.
a plate in hand, then on the floor;
clawing at each other's heart,
like demonic angels.
he gives her a disappointed look,
with his dreamy, other-worldly eyes.
layers of love
slowly peeled away
by hatred.
a glass to the face,
his blood,
dripping down-
crimson,
over porcelain.
his hand lifts up to her face,
upon the cheek
of the one he loved;
who was killing him slowly.
angelic demon.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
unspeakable beauty,
the fairest to ever have been.
a plate in hand, then on the floor;
clawing at each other's heart,
like demonic angels.
he gives her a disappointed look,
with his dreamy, other-worldly eyes.
layers of love
slowly peeled away
by hatred.
a glass to the face,
his blood,
dripping down-
crimson,
over porcelain.
his hand lifts up to her face,
upon the cheek
of the one he loved;
who was killing him slowly.
angelic demon.
part one of the 'killing lovers' two-part poems
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