Friday, May 05, 2017

DAMAGE revisited

And again I fell in your trap twisted angel
with my wounds still wide open
"Bleed my love bleed," you whispered in a wizzle
and you licked them until everything felt like nothing
But I need my scars I screamed
because when I play with you
I will always be  without an armour.
I have been hidden in so many realities
and still you always find me Mr. Pain
you always humbling waiting at the end of the line
and is better to be your friend
instead have you as my enemy.

© Diana Mistera 2017