You have me spinning
Looking for what used to be
I'm in search of something
May be in search of me
I glance at memories
Lost but kind
I'm not sure what I have to find.
The darkest angel
Comes to my door
He tells me 'give up, fight no more'
His diamond eyes lock into mine
His soul is present and defined.
Should I listen?
I have no choice
I'm mesmerized by his soothing voice
He is evil but to me he's kind
Maybe he is what I had to find..
I gave up searching
I let it be
His soul has taken over me
I let it sink into my veins
He stole the life I thought was pain.
It's too late
I am held here hostage.
Whatever I had. Again, I've lost it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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