Someone Incomplete Poem by Beating Tree

The ones blessed by God, the ones cursed by the Devil.
They are the ones who can see the dagger inside of me.
They are the ones who do not help me, they fear me.
They are the ones who do not look at me, but they see me.
I wait.
The ones of normal nature, the ones in the middle.
They are the ones who do not see the dagger that pains me.
They are the ones who do not help me, they do not know me.
They are the ones who do not hear me cry, they do not see me.
I wait.
Theones with half a halo, the ones that visits hell.
The one who can see the dagger in me, the one that can see one in my hand as well.
The one who will help me, the one who knows & doesn’t fear.
The one who can hear me cry, the one sees me & cry’s as well.
I wait.
I wait for my half an angel, I wait for my half a demon.
I wait for my half a human, I wait for my half a soul.
I wait for someone incomplete I wait for someone like me.
I wait.