Zeal for appreciation,
A push for perfection,
The touch of an Angel
Cries to heaven.

Desire for recognition,
Brainwashed into hollowness.
A voice from heaven
Pleas for safety.

Ravenous for love,
Coaxed to mutilate.
Constant reassurance,
A prayer for embrace.

Parallel lines
Connected by blood.
Forearms like ladders,
Perception clear as mud.

The itch for normality
dulls the blade.
Bloodlust dissolves
When attention is paid.

A devil's on the left,
An Angel on the right.
We make our own decisions.
Choose to fall, or choose to take flight.