Cleanse

You persist in my dreams, although I beg the heavens to cleanse me of you, and yet every day I still wake  up with your name in my skin, and it is a joke of irony when you echo in my life in the distance of countries, I could call it unfair, laughter of fate and sweet torture, however, I know that is slow and blind eyes the ones that found the truth of denial a day too late, being them the true culprits of this crime known as love.

And there are no steps that give me back the lost time, so demons, gods, and angels, if you read me, free me, take my love from me and let me sleep.

T.A.