His sweet music,
his delicate voice.
I look into his dark, angelic eyes
and as we dance
he holds me close,
so close,
that it makes me believe that he won't leave me in the morning
as every time before.
Today, I woke up in his arms.
The sunlight shining on his once cherub face
revealed a truth that I had long denied.
My hands fumbled to where his temples used to be
and all I felt was pertruding evil.
I no longer saw him as the man that I wanted him to be,
I saw him for who he truly was.
I tried to get up and leave,
run away from the unveiled illusion,
but his tail was tightly wrapped around my body
and deeply rooted in me.
I knew that if I stayed,
he would make me
the Queen of Hades.
So through the pain,
the heartache
and the tears,
I ripped his very existence from my being,
I ripped the cords that controlled my heart,
I ripped the memories from my mind,
and I destroyed the love that I once had for him.
I set him on fire,
and as he screamed in agony
and cried out in pain:
not even his sweet tears could quench the flames that were consuming him.
I risked love and ended up playing in the Devil's Backyard.
I took the spark from my eyes and placed them in his,
I placed my heart in his hands believing that he would keep the pieces together,
I gave him love expecting it to drive out the hate from his soul.

I built my home in him.
The sparkling windows
and fresh coat of paint
deviated attention from the broken wooden floors
and the ceiling caving in.
I was never blind,
but now I truly see.
God's fallen Angel made me believe
that I was condemned,
but now I am free.
To dance on my own,
once again.