Her new love so charming and handsome,
His eyes grey and blue, like the ocean.
He stole her heart, and held it for ransome,
His love came with a certain notion.
Though he has the heart of a lion,
His edges are sharp like that of a blade.
One thing for sure, she could rely on,
He knew how the game of love was played.
Both of them shared a similar past,
The same chaos, and the same neglect.
A past of having loved and lost,
But both of them would resurrect.
From time to time they would disagree,
Like every couple does sometimes.
It may be normal, to a certain degree,
However, his rage was a downright crime.
She could not resist the dying urge,
Of fighting back and retaliation.
His rage simply fueled that of hers,
An ugly and heated abomination.
It’s true her demons had faded away,
But they were still watching, ready to lure.
Lure her back in hell and harms way,
As they knew she was blended impure.
Her demons watched her falling apart,
Knowing so well it wouldnt take much.
Lovers were aiming for each other’s heart,
A matter of time, and they’d witness a clutch.
Her demons waited long enough,
The day had come when she looked their way.
No time was spent, she was instantly scruffed,
She choked and struggled in dismay.
How on earth could this possibly happen?
She won the war, she was rest assured!
But her victory at last, would sadly blacken,
Because ‘war’ was still living inside of her.