Velvet

I am frail and weak, conspicuous of fall,

If alive at all, I am anemic as dust.

Blades that groaned against my soul,

Snatched a grin, my battle was lost.

Eyes drenched beyond wet,

Blood rains. Every sun, set.

My demons, fidgety, itchy, anxious 

Angels silent.

Death, pretentious.

She vowed me, love, she vowed me to trust ,

I lay bare my scars, so she could presage the curse.

These fogs are Cupid's naughty play,

To wound the lost, or so perceptions say.

I reckon sunshine next,

Flawless locks on my cruddy soul.

But I have sinned, I am atrocious.

You deserve gold, I am sinister.

She battled the flaws, I have been running from.

Cleansed me beyond absoluteness,

All my bloodstains, all my scars.

My Valkyrie, my warrior.

Haze dismissed, sun and moon shone.

I remember my lips were dry when they kissed velvet.