She plauges my every thought. I can’t go a day without hearing her voice. She haunts me like the voices in my head. I stare at her beautiful skin, pale and transparent. I look into her baby blue eyes, her red lips. It agonizes me; knowing that I won’t be around long enough to kiss them. I look passed her, I see a man with a knife… he’s come to take me away. The thing is, I don’t want to go… I want to be with her. Be her servent. I want her to touch me in places that I can only fathom. I dream of her, rescuing me from my pain. If only she knew that someone admired her so much, maybe she’d see…

By bittersweetlover

i love writing dark and depressing poetry. i also love walks at night in the cemetery.