∂ємσηѕ σƒ му ℓιƒє
The demons of my life
Are beautiful, yet dangerous
The whisper to me
Drawing me into their grasp with their beautiful words
But then an Angel grips my shoulder
Telling me, begging me not to go
But I look closer at the Angel
It’s one of my past
One that I thought would lead me some place good
That good place I wanted
Yeah, it never came around with that Angel
I would have followed that wonderful Angel
Even at the drop of a dime
I look back at the demons
Seeing each and every side of the new person
Except, I can’t see one
It’s clouded over and masked by darkness that wouldn’t let me in
But I’m tempted to find out
I decided to follow the demons
I hope it was well worth it,
My Love.
тσ вє ιѕ тσ вє
To see is to be seen
To hear is to be heard
To touch is to be touched
To break is to be broken
To love is to be loved
To hurt is to be hurting
To forget is to be forgotten
Remember,
We have all been there and,
We will cause all of this as well
