Sorrow had torn my heart to shreds,
Heartache was a daily endeavour,
Insanity was an everyday experience,
My world had spun wildly off course,
Up felt down and fair felt sickly foul,
Love was to end suffering, not cause it.
She was my Angel of Death, my Devil of Life,
Her eyes raised my spirit and executed it,
After all these years, I still wait for her,
Her hands to shatter the darkness and save me.
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