Killing The Ghost

So beautiful he was, at age 23. He had all the world including me. He was everything, every man wished to be. he had money, and everything that includes. He had his up and down moods. I knew him to well. He was sent to me, from hell. I was an angel that had to change his ways. And at the end of nine days, he would die. His body would fall asleep, and his lungs would swell. His body would ache and burn, as fire went through his internal organs. He was a blessed soul, with a raging kiss. he was bound to love in a moment of bliss. I slowly, killed him with my love, and my touch. His body ached and couldn't take much. His face turned blue, he forgot all he knew the rich man turned poor. he could glow in the dark, unlike before. He was even more beautiful to me because I had him all to my self. no one could ever take him away, no one even knew he was missing that day. I touched his face with my grace. my finger tips touched his lips and he was mine, 8 days past he was out of time his body started to rot, and slowly die. pieces of his limbs slowly fell off and he would cry, while his soul run away like a mad fly. his eyes turned silver like my skin and all his sin dripped down the drain All his shame, gone. He was renewed, He was just like me. Forever in a castle of heaven in a place you will never see, is where we will be. Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 04:09 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10