angelic insomnia: betrayal - loss
Betrayal - Loss
Torture-
Needles prick my being
Quivers up my spine
Soft caress, of blood on skin
My heart lies painfully broken
Loss smothers so strong
The butterflies left long ago,
Now I suffer this.
My melancholy weakness,
Has snuffed the candles flame
The steady darkening tones-
have left me in this heap
Stabbing steal shoots through me
Goose-bumps raise my flesh
I trusted the comfort
I trusted the love
Now I trust nothing.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
