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THE DEVILS ANGEL
sounding selfish in sickly days gloomy and unholy in all its ways. the mask tears off like the hide of the hunted, and tears stream down upon my exposure. death seaps in like fog in the rain, taking breaths in rythmic gasping beats. hidden no more in rain and sun. you see my face without the mask. holow in depths of holes unknown beneath the surface of me.
i was on to you then, the sweets the smells the smiles. i hear your heart beating in your chest, caged like the rat you are in the jin's sanitarium, bent on the wishes you were never granted.
the mask i wore for you in turmoil. growing to my skin like mold and consuming everything that made me me...
i cried for you.
i screamed for you.
i lied for you in hatred and in love i died for you.
disgusting nasty thing to which i love...i am here for you my love, resounding drug to me you do me wrong and still my love i am here.
watching over like the devil's guardian angel.