Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I have given birth
to three bright wonders,
But long before those,
I birthed a sentient, suffocating darkness.
A labour of destruction,
Crush, cut, cripple,
Crush, cut, cripple.

She is demonic and despicable,
Hateful and heinous,
Vile and venomous,
Appallingly abhorrent,
Disgustingly disgraceful!

She has worked relentlessly,
Unyielding, unbending, unbroken.
Tirelessly trying to tear
the heart from inside me,
But too late.

For whilst she was ravaging my mind,
I had given my heart to an angel,
A guardian, a fighter, my protector.
He divided it and placed it within each wonder,
Retaining a final piece for himself.

Infuriated but undeterred,
She lay siege upon body and spirit,
Caging me in the radiated wasteland of my mind.
"Come for her" she calls to him, needlessly,
For he is already there, battling raging nuclear fires.

Maniacally manipulative,
Despisingly deplorable,
She tortures and taunts,
Mangles and maims,
"Failure!” she laughs as he falls again.

My silent screams are unheard,
Go! run! retreat! fall back!
Leave me!
She will never fully possess me,
So long as you keep that piece from her!

Berated, broken and bleeding,
Debased, devalued, de-winged,
My angel rises again and again.
She will torture us for an eternity,
'til he takes his final fall,
Or decides to give up the fight,
Then she will pry the first piece of my heart,
From his raw, radiation riddled hands,
And I will be lost, 
Adrift forever,
Never whole...