A Poem For the Poor Soul

terrible,
that trembling our
fragile souls
endure when attacked

gruesomely, yet
graciously by a
messenger sent
down by God

oh, but it brings us
peace. A battle
within oneself-
a question

why are they here?
to empty our isolation
to aid our destruction
to trap our sanity?

The sweet angel
The sweet demise;

Torture me some more!
My love is your disguise.