Fallen Angel

A chill follows as I walk into the room
And that overpowering stench of scorched flesh
I see nothing, but feel the presence of hers.
Fear crawls over me; I know she moves but makes no sound
And all the while watches me with those razor like eyes.

" I know you are there and I have felt you before" I shout.
A warmth envelopes me and the room seems empty now.
Who is this demon in my head that leaves me when I scream
To go away to return when I am unprepared; unaware
A perpetual emptiness; a loneliness that I cannot spare?

Weep if you want, or yell or better beg.
Pop pills or drink yourself till you are almost dead.
What you want most is that you can never have.
Cause you have never learnt to love your own self.
The shadow will vanquish you to the brink of insanity.

She is back again, now I see her blurred in the mirror
Bound by the chains of her own images and errors.
She speaks not, nor seeks any help; just stares
Angels say that if I stop tracing her patterns in my heart
I can see her clear; for she is nobody but a fallen me.