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57. Lover in Agony

Like a rustic, rabid beast
He prowls the night for traces of crust
Left over in the tin garbage cans
Smothered in layers of slimy, thick dust

His eyes slice my heart much like
A fresh blade drilling deep into a man's face
Oozing blood dribbling onto the tiled floor
With a mind of their own, droplets all over the place

I am infatuated with this muscled creature
My diligent fear dissolves into joy
Like a pill of ecstasy in a mug of warm water
My mind goes high when around this boy

It is dismal that he is unable to see me
No matter how hard he would try
I am invisible, untouchable, an angel
He's a demon from the underworld and I'm from the sky

Who knew, that the rumours were true
Opposites can't attract, let alone co-exist
But those smooth, slick lips taunt my nerves
Tongue covered in ashes so tough to resist

I watch him from above my cloud
He can be seen in the deepest pit of hell
Oh loathsome, irresistible devil,
How daringly I wish to rebel

But I know that if I stride a few feet from heaven
Closer to the distasteful fires of rage
My halo will fragment into a million miniscule diamonds
Like salt splattered across an empty page

So I wait here for you, demon
I lust for you from the morn till moonlight
Your piercing black teeth do not frighten me
I am blind; you're my only delight

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