Wrath of Mine

There were times I dreamt of peace,
And all my demons had turned to be a wish.
Our memories have perish,
Forgeting every detail of us.
Created destitute in me,
The only place light can be.
Your charms,
Have vivify the anger in me.
Stoutheartedness has turned sanguinary.
Can't push you out,
wanted you back,
Now you my darkness.
I reckon,
As bodies fall dead.