I feel like an isolated angel-
In this lonesome journey I take down the dark path,
My heart frail with words,
Scarred with hope and dripping blood of abyss,
Grooved in my flesh are the nails of sorrow,
I hammer in a dozen more to stop the pain,
Excruciatingly pleasing are the bruises down my nape,
Your cold and lustful touch,
Sharp and cutting in wounds deeper than my regret,
My sane desire and fluctuating mood for you,
My unconditional love screws in reminiscence,
Recalling over and over again your departed chasm-
Hollow and fragile without your side.