In her eyes I see stars
I see scares and tears
Locked by angles
And chased by fears

I see seas and I see flowers
They all fade into one empty sky
Full of darkness and Devils
Secretly screaming for release

I look away from the reflection of my eyes
If only it was someone else's eyes
If only I can pretend
If only it was not the eyes of me

I avoid to look into someone else's eyes
For the fear they might see beyond my fake smiles

If only they could see,

Eyes where fullness and emptiness collide
Where innocence and Devils overlap
Where fears and screams connect
Where dreams and love are crushed

Will they care to look again..

I'll hold on to all the innocence I can
I'll hold on to all the hope I have
But I fear the devil lurking inside of me
And I fear that my fears will **** me

What's the difference between an angel and a devil?

Both have powers and are worshipped.
Both have powers unthinkable to mankind.

Both can look illegally beautiful.
Both can have wings.

When you think about it,
Lucifer was just a fallen angel.

Perhaps every "demon" or every "devil."
Is just an angel in disguise.

They didn't want to live constricted.
They lived in a cage that God had built.

Even the scariest demons have some light.
So look inside yourself.

Find redemption.

Isn't it funny how a lot of fears.
Have never been seen in reality?

They fear clowns.
But have never seen one in person.

They fear the ocean.
But have never drowned.

They fear heights.
But have never fallen.

I think it's funny.
Because a lot of people fear demons.

You've never seen a demon.
Yet, I have.

Demons aren't that scary.
They're just like you or me.

They long to be loved.
To be appreciated.

They want to feel valued.
They want to feel worthy.

At the end of the day.
Don't we all want that?

So put down your pitchforks.
Put down your torches.

Grab your closest demon.
And give them affection.

What does it mean to be good?
What does it mean to be human?
My body may be an abomination.
But my heart is as pure as a saint.

You can't say all humans are good.
Because you know they aren't.
You can't say all demons are bad.
Because you haven't met them all.

I never asked for this power.
The power to **** with just a flinch.
I used my power for good.
I protected those who needed protection.

But if you look a certain way.
You're classified as bad.
Everyone calls demons monsters.
Because they don't understand them.

But I think.
The cruellest monsters.
That still breathe today.
Wander around Earth.

there are things
i can't do anymore
i've been doing all those things
a lot lately

just can't stop
every night the songs are played
i've had enough but i would just
have to do nothing or do something else

i'de like to be more descript
but every night
i inhale something lit
and scott gimple just knows
he is a better writer than Robert Kirkman
every time he kills off the main character,
the most integral part of the story,
the whole reason for the story in the first place

The first time I laid
my eyes on you,
a voice echoed, not too far
yet not too close,
suddenly it was blinding,
warm light,
as cliche as it sounds,
yes..., I blinked
and thought I saw wings,
and then I realized,
that devils could fly too.

You’d think that demons and devils don’t exist
And that humans, once passed, would lay asleep
You can come to my office and see for yourself
But, my patients love visitors that they can keep
I don’t want to alarm you, but it is true
These patients crave souls, not pills
I can’t get them to swallow chemicals in oblongs
They can’t be satisfied with just prescription refills
You might think I’m doing honorable work
Maybe not, but at least I can deal with them
So you don’t have to,
That sort of behavior, I always condemn
Who were you wanting to visit again?
Oh, I forgot, you were the one with symptoms.