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drop by drop
crimson liquid drains down the toilet

cut marks on smooth skin
every drip
a proof of my sins

the devil cheers as my face turns hideous

the skin reflecting the madness within

shards of glass pierce in every muscle, vein & nerve

a gasp escapes and vanishes into thin air

in a distance, someone screams and then pleas

the voice in my head too loud for the outside world to invade in

the stench of blood flares my nostrils and all the vermin that lives within comes rushing to the surface

the air turns dizzy
and in the midst of chaos
something flickers

Something shimmers in pale moonlight

"it's a trick" my head says

"it's hope" heart whispers

not entirely convinced
i turn away from it

but the cries are too loud now
laced with unbearable agony

the flickering grows & grows
it calls out to me

"stay" it begs

it feels that if i were to reach out
i will be able to touch it

feel it
pull it close to my chest
hold it near my faint beats

the light too bright for the darkness that resonates

a war raging in and out

i decide to crawl to it
eyes blinded and mind numbed

and i hear it again
weak sobs and wild screams

and it's near
so near

and as i look up
i feel it

the tugging at my core and the light embracing my entire being

i feel something rip away

i am no longer tangled to the strings
no longer a puppet of the demon that possessed me

the fog lifts and i see you
a fragile face aged with fear and pain

the glass clinks on the tiled floor
and i rush to your aid

because even when it's bleeding
my heart finds my way back to you

crawling
i feel the demon slither away

i look at you and breathe again

my angel standing guard
you hold me and i let you

an angel i would die for
and the one i would live for

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