WannaBeGeekGirl's Journal: Paper's Pen

care not~anymore

no faerie wings blowing breezes of comfort--
cooling sweltry sore fumes in this hell,
in fact, demons delightful deceit dares tarry here.
insidious imps crawling clandestine, craggy pathways of pain.
barren of angels that once disputed darkness;
abandoned by stray seraphs who forsook my soul;
how freely the spirit diminishes, broken mind at the helm.


© paperflowers 2006