Broken Inside and Out

My Angelic Demon

I feel them coming,

closer; closer.

Their whispers invade my ears,

their hands reaching out from the shadows. 

They laugh at my misfortune,

I regret not seeking help.

One stands out,

from the others.

He strokes my face,

my hair, my arm.

I want to shake him off.

But I can't, so I don't.

His lips meet mine,

forming a kiss;

of doom, of fright,

I can't fight back. 

I'm stuck in his world,

alone and weak.

I'm his puppet,

and he does what he pleases.

Once again, 

he laughs;

cold, beautiful, 

it makes me melt unwillingly.

He pulls me closer, 

his wings of night creating a barrier,

between me and my world,

the door is just out of reach.

His hands hold mine, 

his lips still crushed against mine,

I scream, kick, bite, scratch, hit, push;

but none of it actually happens.

I'm encircled in his arms,

possessive, and controlling,

leaving me helpless. 

Why can't I muster the strength to fight back?

These beings,

creatures,

monsters,

Demons.........

They wouldn't exist,

if not for me.

He is their King

and I, their unwilling Queen.

He used to be my angel,

my savior, my love.

Now he is my demon,

my corrupter;

but still my one and only.

How can you hate,

loathe, despise, 

stand against, fight, 

kill the one you not only love, but have made immortal?

The state I'm in,

the madness, the pain, 

the torture, the lonliness;

it's all my fault.

And now,

I must suffer alone.