Of Heaven and Hell

She is both my captor and savior.

I gave myself to her and she set my soul free,

but only to now consume my heart

and turn away the remnants that is my body.

Somehow, she is serene in this destruction.

Darkness slithers through her veins,

yet light still shines through her eyes.

I now see her for what she is,

a devil wearing a halo.

What a perfect combination,

or should I say,

she is the lethal combination;

cruelty thriving in beauty.

Made of fire and ice;

she is the perfect weapon of evil

and yet the right hand of god.

I have been beaten and broken,

but still I long for her.

My angel of despair.

Ah! What I would give

to kiss her blood stained lips.