Gothic Poetry Collection

The Devil's Angel

A silver bullet with a kiss

I look into your soulless eyes

You are dead

He is gone

You are nightmarish

my prison

my neverending hell

Silence.

only the wind

your raven hair blows hauntingly

You are a monstrosity

I see my future:

Your blade slicing my side

as I stumble to the ground

coughing up blood.

I aim.

And as I press the cold metal to your temple,

do I hesitate to squeeze the trigger?