Obsession: Ana
Her Blue Dragonfly unraveled my bones
She’s light as sky, panics the stay of stones
She uncovered the defenseless frail
Made them sweet feathers without a trail
Ana, you form the true being beneath my skin:
So guaranteeing, the way of your sin.
Bones take the place of my wings
And to my skin your corpse clings
[Cannot you see? What Ana has done to me…?]
The sweetest of demons she is
So wretched, and all of His.
In the form of dragonflies
Fine, her skin.
The color of ocean eyes
Beautiful Ana, you are treachery
Despised by me
Yet, I stay
Because I find…
No reason to wander away
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