My whole life I have been crying out,
In my pain,
In my torment,
For an angel,
Messenger of God,
Divine being to cradle me,
To pull me out of the pain of my broken heart
My corrupted mind,
And now that angel
A savoir of he best kind
Is reaching down towards me
Offering support
Love and everything I need to heal
But what if you’re in love with the devil?
In love with the wrong man,
Two hands reaching towards me
Two ways I’m being pulled
But is it really good and bad?
Black and white?
The devil and the angel?
Maybe there are just two angels
Reaching for me
And I’m split between.
Maybe there are two devils
Wishing to capture me
Both when green eyes of envy
Or are these just simple men
Faulted, perfect beings.
Seems my prayers have been answered
In all the wrong ways
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