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