Your intentions were like cold ice,
Except with a burning sensation going down my body.
A virus continuously attacking my soul, only to feed yours.

Sweet whispers of lies and broken promises.
The one manipulating was you and you forced your problems onto me.
Attacking my very life.

You never cared and I should’ve seen it coming.
Now I see you. What you truly are.
A monster.
Un diablo.

You’ll get what you deserve and I can’t wait to watch as you fall.
Thinking you’re a saint when in reality you are an archangel.
One of the fallen.