Angel of Demise II

every word i write
every sound i hear
every thing i see
is tainted by your hand

i thought it had ended
i thought it was over
but it isn’t that simple
and you will always be
the angel of my demise

you are the heart of my rage
the barren space in my mind
you are what i will always look for
but will never find

you are the regret of my mortality
you are the muse in my tears
and you will remain to be
the passion in my darkest fears