I'm a poet with broken wings, <br />an artist with scarred hands, <br />I'm the beast bound by chains, <br />a shadow afraid of the dark. <br /> <br />Blindfolded I touch the Demon's hand, <br />waste time- the only thing I do right. <br />Misdirected maybe, but sacredly invoked <br />to endlessly reach for the blazing flames. <br /> <br />Emotions dance down the spine <br />replaying carelessly shattered records, <br />amongst all humans I'm a stranger <br />with waved basket filled with confessions. <br /> <br />Obsessive games allure senses with cotton- smiles, <br />shimmering curtains and glittering lampions. <br />Wise butterfly slumbers above my pillow, <br />measuring the dreams, counting footsteps. <br /> <br />Creatures of the colossal ancient worlds came <br />to kill maturity behind waterfalls in my eyes, <br />There's no point in hiding, fading away- <br />their little hands will drown the last senses. <br /> <br />Charisma prances collided with hypnotic swords, <br />gems of my past are starting to stifle; <br />I swore that I'll look back, but I'm so tired <br />of all those nights crowned with insomnia. <br /> <br />I'm a poet with broken wings, <br />an artist with scarred hands, <br />I'm the beast bound by chains, <br />a shadow afraid of the dark, <br />just a face without a name...<br /><br />Angel of Darkness<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-without-a-name/
