I

I put the devil in my angel
and in all of her innocence,
she accepted the fact that I had sent her to a burning eternity.
I may of put the devil in my angel,
but god has she never looked better.
With a gun pointed to my head,
and her lovely sweet smile,
I wouldn't mind burning such a masterpiece
if it smelled as sweet as her.

II

The venom is sinking in
and I don't think she'll last much longer than spring.
A simple burn from the candle down the hall left her in such agony
I have to ask myself if I'm to blame.

III

The flowers are here
and still is she
but the gun rests like an old friend upon her nightstand
only making me ask the question
was it m y f a u l t
or
was it h e r s

IV

The first rain came,
and just like the raindrop that fell down my window
it fell down my cheek
her body on the floor
and yet I didn't
s t o p h e r.
I didn't tell her
n o t t o d o i t.

V

When I visited her grave
she surprised me
if she was alive or dead
I didn't mind to see the smile on her face,
and painted or not
she never made death look better.

She made me want to d i e.