The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight
Her tears flooded the room
while her torn clothes mopped the floor
She was loosing the last flicker of hope
She was ready to be the Angel of darkness
Nothing to loose and a name to gain
She could finally own something
The thought of tormenting her own soul
Made her smile
She felt alive for the first time
© cynthia
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight
Her tears flooded the room
while her torn clothes mopped the floor
She was loosing the last flicker of hope
She was ready to be the Angel of darkness
Nothing to loose and a name to gain
She could finally own something
The thought of tormenting her own soul
Made her smile
She felt alive for the first time
© cynthia
When feeling your own pain makes you feel alive