He wrote poems in my heart
And healed my soul
But when I look into his eyes
I see pain and sorrow                
Something he always denies        

When I look into his eyes
I can see a past full of pain
I dive into the darkness of his pupils
There are despairs he is trying to hide
when I take a gaze
I can see everything that he is trying to eradicate

I asked him
"Why do you smile but really you are sad?"
He places his hand on my beating heart
And closes his eyes                          
And says
"This is the reason I stay strong, but it is not enough to save me tonight"

A fallen angel
My wounded piece of glory
Sins he has commited
May not be forgotten
His soul broken from the bones
His heart dark as coal        

Eyes pure evil
I look him deep inside his pupil
To me he is made of gold          
A god or perhaps a sacred soul

His murderers hands
Grips my weakling throat    
my crimson blood
Drips from my cutdeep flesh      
He Beats me till im numb            
His body was strong,mine so fragile      
            
But all I see                                        
When I look deep within  
Is my lovers soul
Pure and sacred
Can cause me no harm at all          
Just a devil inside my lover
It is not my angels fault.
trust me, I know