Illusion
My angel, my reason
The only one I thrive for
Oh, how it is treason!
Her life is worth more
Than to be sentenced along
With myself, the demon
How it is wrong!
And that is the fateful reason
To draw myself from the center
The core, the beauty
Why do I feel the traitor?
Why can't my mind and heart agree?
Yet the longing burns
I long so much for her!
And so, the demon learns
He can't live alone, never
My non-beating heart throbs harder
I don't need air, why can't I breathe?
I long for her pardon
It is my final request, please!
Then her face appears in my mind
Her pale skin, her dark hair
Her beautiful eyes, one of their kind
And I can only stare
At the illusion before me
Her stunning beauty, her perfect smile
The illusion is all I see
And the monster I am, so vile
Yearns for more, to touch thee
As my pale hand grasps the air
Hoping a surface shall break there
No surface shall break for me,
"Bella."