angst ridden poem..feedback appreciated.
Behind devilish eyes, only feud can hide.
Inside the heart of infatuation, lies a fake heart of love.
gripping with the fingers pulling through the anger of this life,
the torture, the IT.
IT was never meant the be.
IT was what you became.
A hollow hole of deep despair.
Angry scrawl marks, IT was the knife you couldn't control.
IT was the power, the beauty, the soul.