My Undying Angel Poem by Shay Mitchell

i sit in darkness,
and close my eyes.

trying to visualize my angel,
the one thing i can count on.

a sharp small razor
is what i see.

i reach out and touch it,
loving it's sinful possibilities.

my desire is deathly tangible,
when i slice blindly deep.

those who see this sin,
don't realize it's my life saving blessing.

they fear my ways,
yet fail to try to discover the lies.

my desire grows,
as they stare, and walk away without a word....