By PERPETUA ALL MOTHER
He asks me if I’m stressed
Every time he does
It reminds me I have nothing leftÂ
He promised me the best; I can’t go yet
He’s onto me;
He knows there are voices in my head
Every time he yells,
all I see is red
Every time I cry, I’m reminded
 “I can’t feel like this when I’m dead. “
I wish the angel would have kissed me insteadÂ
My parents chose to indulgeÂ
Look where it led
Petitioning my guides so much I feel like I’m in debt
He wonders about the thoughts in my head
If he could see,
he would know I’m in love with the angel of deathÂ
Every night I wait for her on the edge of my bed
Only When I know she won’t show
Do I lay down my headÂ
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So good, that last stanza though, killer.