Angel Of Misery

Angel Of Misery

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors
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Truly a beautiful melody to accompany this...

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your words cut like knives
My heart only has so many lives.
You strip down my layers
I wonder if God can hear my prayers.
 
You enjoy my slow torment.
Mockery and misery, your only adornment.
Why I stay I do not know.
When the pain inside me can only grow.
 
Angel of misery.
Why do you love me, hate me?
Angel of misery.
Bringing my heart agony.
 
You never stop the torture.
This is such a twisted overture.
To pain that will not cease.
Sometimes I wish I was deceased.
 
Do you like this, hurting me?
Do you like this, spurning me?
Do you like this, killing me?
Do you like this, burning me?
 
(whisper)
This hot rage I cannot strike back.
The knife in my hand but my arm hangs slack.
Do you have a heart to stop beating?
If I stabbed you would you stop breathing?
(end whisper start chorus)
 
Angel of misery.
Why do you love me, hate me?
Angel of misery.
Bringing my heart agony.
 
Angel of misery.
Why do you harm me then charm me?
Angel of misery.
I truly hate thee...

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


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This is an amazing poem. I know the feelings that are coming from this poem i'm kinda going through a situation that matches pefectly with the stanzas of this poem. Truley you are an amazing writer :D:):):)

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is really good!
I especially like the stanza

"Do you like this, hurting me?
Do you like this, spurning me?
Do you like this, killing me?
Do you like this, burning me?"

it is very effective and expresses great emotion to me, Keep up the good work!


Posted 15 Years Ago



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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

Pensacola, FL



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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors