Too late

You are too late, now am undone,
I sing a diatribe,
I try to heal the gashes
and build up my strength,
but the throe is to much to bear.

I cry and sob flooding my pillow,
the sleepless nights turning me into a insomniac
Your face and voice haunting me.

The first tryst pure bliss,
Laughter then followed tears.

Now its a new dawn cold yet refreshing,
My self resurrection from the grave;
stronger, thicker and harder.

My heart castaway, only coldness prevail.
shadows surrounding, darkness casting,
vengeance gushing in my veins,
Am no angel to forgive you,
in my hand lays your doom.....