Rogue Poet....The creature

She walked liked the very god of void beautifying life with cold touches of death
I heard mysterious voices, had shattered choices, driven mad by horrible noises that ripped my flesh; skin from skin, bone from bone
My love for her was already an abandoned grave yard trespassed by whistles of emptiness
My soul had fled denying her vile nature that exposed itself like the naked full moon
Upon the very hearing of this agony
I fell like an Angel, with all force, confusion & sealed fate
crashing with broken wings, broken rings and broken strings from what I once knew as heavenly between me and her
She approached me, I crawled from my ruins..mustering all hope that were my strength to stand because there was still a heart beat for this creature
But as she came near in her cold silent steps I lost many breaths like scattered coins running off here & there.
Staggering & uneasy,I felt ever broken like a mirror waiting to show anyone seeking reflection about how ugly their belief is about love.
I bent a knee, and now two, gasping for the very drops of air, she was nigh
and suffocating me by her boldness
Her motive elude me.. but every ounce wanted thee..
but if death escorted me to my original home what a distance will that be from you
Away!, Away from me (I said), get back my sweet dream and nightmare. I must live to venture the very depths of dungeons to save you..
I don't know you..

Namaste.