Apathetic Angel In Hell Poem by joie ricafort

rip my skin to vanish your fraud embraces,
running away after first and final kisses,
but hey, i don't want your pity,
Damn! no last false apology.

And now my dreams become frail,
as i kill myself on barrels and trail,
i thought you' be the medicine that could heal,
but its you bury and made me ill.

behind those angelic images,
a burning you that damages.
i don't know if you're just blind,
or you are not one of a kind.

hear me screaming, shouting in grudge i make,
liar you! you're a phony and a fake!
staring my eyes down against the deepest well,
you gave me heaven, but then you brought me to hell.


-apaThetic AnGeL-
-eL pRienZesza-