To My Imaginary Soul Mate
This ones for my soulmate. A figment of my imagination.
But I won’t waste too much time. A pointless expectation.
She dances in the wind and seems to defy gravity.
But at night harbors a secret depravity.
When she smiles, its not to be adorable.
She is plotting something horrible.
Her scent confuses all onlookers as they are frozen in awe.
She plays with their emotions and renders her victims raw.
Her attire is a combination of red and black.
With a presence she leaves me taken aback
This woman lets me think i’m in control.
But she keeps a tight lock on my soul.
Her aura is horrific to behold.
For she is a being that cannot be controlled
A creature of the night that cannot be tamed.
Her whispers will make you abandon reason unashamed.
I reflect on the sunsets we will never watch.
Or punishment for stupid words as I get kicked in the crotch.
There will be no nightmare fetish.
No talks that are outright hellish.
My heartbeat lacks an echo.
Nothing that will let emotions bellow
I wander the world alone.
My loneliness erodes to the bone.
Love only exists in my imagination.
No Anion to attract my Cation.
No black wings beating
No Demoness to be meeting