She's no demon.
No, she doesn't serve him,
She's an angel without wings.
Yes, an angel that cannot sing.
An angel that snorts *******.
A woman who can't feel pain.
A girl who just wants to run,
But not with the intent of having fun.

But she does feel pain,
For I feel it too.
This indescribable connection
Of one instead of two.
It raises me up,
Like an empty glass squeezed for one last drop.
One last drop of love.
Or is it hate?