Him

My angel of agony
Of Pain
Desire
Torture
Death
Ecstasy
Light
Life-
A means to no ends
He is my oxygen
So I can breathe-
My chained spirit,
That dangles from the ceiling
Swaying,
Like a clock ticking out of time-
My caged butterflies,
That long to be at liberty-
The hope and desire,
That rages within my heart
Smouldering my mind
As thought is no longer needed-
My rope to life dangles by a thread
As he watches it split,
And I fall below the surface,
And drown in the ocean of society-
He holds my heart
With the grip of death-
Puts out my fire
With his icy words-
Tightens the chains
With the wrench of his actions-
Kills the butterflies,
With the gun of his thoughts-
To him I am worthless,
To me I am dead-
Killed by him,
The breaker of my heart…
But to the world,
I am normal.
 

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

My favorite lines are the last four. Excellent job- I applaud you. The feeling of self-loss- it's like the world's been taken from underneath your feet, and I know exactly how that feels.