Not all angels have a halo or wings.
Not all demons have tails, horns protruding.
It can be so hard to tell them apart
For good and evil lie within the heart.

I sometimes think of death.
I wonder what would happen.
Would it end the pain and guilt, or be what I imagine?
But then I think again,
And think of what's to lose,
The things I wouldn't get to see the path I can't now choose.

Life at times can test you,
Make you doubt your worth,
Learn from each encounter,
especially those that hurt.

Empty halls and corridors so void
In an empty city of a heart you toyed
Of which I soiled with water and sunlight
Is now a withered lack of teeming life

Battles on horses under the moon
Leave dead men's corpses in daylight blues
And looting of thieves through opened doors
Stolen heartstrings and broken windows

My heart was never yours to choose
And knowing not your despicable muse
And so you stole the city of my heart
Its light long gone as darkness comes