I breathe in the fragrant scent
A fading memory of childhood dreams.
I smile as the devil chuckles
And the angels start to break and scream
Breaking glass invades my veins
I feel nothing but soft release.
A battle between sinners and saints
I am the prey, I am the feast.
Surrendering to the sirens’ song,
I am pulled back by the clang of gates.
Confusion embedded in my soul
“Come back to us, it is not too late!”
Torn apart, beyond destroyed,
I weep into the color gray.
An empty soul, I survive
After my death of yesterday.
I feel no pain, I remain numb
Crucified by two extremes.
Minutes lost as I bleed
Into the void that is my dreams.
Innocence robbed so long ago
A child thrown into deadly sin.
Devils rejoice, angels pity
In the end who’s going to win?