READ ME!
A/N: Okay first thing I've ever posted and I wrote it (and its sister piece "Prayer of an Immortal") in like ten minutes, so it might be kinda bad. I totally for constructive criticism, so tell me what's wrong. This wasn't beta-ed so there might be a few things I missed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. If I did, Season Three would never have existed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Mild slash, so if that offends you, beat it.
Okay so on to the actually writing...
My Tainted Angel
In this job
the stakes are high,
the people haunted.
And of them all
you're the worst.
The things that must
run through your mind.
The memories
you've never forgotten.
And I have lived a long time.
Long enough,
to see history turn into myth.
So I have learned to see,
and in you I see a darkness
that slowly eats away.
But you smile and you hide
and you do
as your expected.
And I watch,
waiting for the alarms
that signal their departure.
Until the time when you arrive,
and do as your expected.
So that I can hold you,
My lovely tainted angel.
Then I might speak
and cause your downfall,
when you begin to cry
for all the things you lost.
And cling to me,
the last thing you have left.
Even when you know
I'll someday disappear.