My Angel of Dark
by Katherine Knezevic
Copyright© 2012 by Katherine Knezevic
It's ripped apart, and now cut open,
With sole intention to stay that way.
The bridge is ruined, the doors have fallen,
There is no place to run away.
Where shell it go, that cold, dark creature,
In its moment of need and despair?
Can it survive so far astray,
Now when it isn't a part of me?
Without the beat of my battered heart,
What shall become from the angel of dark?
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