i sit in darkness, <br />and close my eyes. <br /> <br />trying to visualize my angel, <br />the one thing i can count on. <br /> <br />a sharp small razor <br />is what i see. <br /> <br />i reach out and touch it, <br />loving it's sinful possibilities. <br /> <br />my desire is deathly tangible, <br />when i slice blindly deep. <br /> <br />those who see this sin, <br />don't realize it's my life saving blessing. <br /> <br />they fear my ways, <br />yet fail to try to discover the lies. <br /> <br />my desire grows, <br />as they stare, and walk away without a word....<br /><br />Shay Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-undying-angel/
