The Angels Are Screaming Poem by Ville Vanity

We don't need your wicked weapons,
our war is not with someone like you.
I hate every words she speaks, and
every movement she makes. I want you,
and not her. But getting you away, it's not
in my grasp. I'm bringing a knife to a gun
fight, looking at the world through the hole
you left in my heart. You have a beautiful
face, and an illegal taste. But time can kill
the greatest of men, even the strongest find
themselves on the floor. So, leave me alone.
Don't come any closer. There's no time to be
sorry. In my deepest fears, I'm losing you.