An angel's deceit.

It's cold when the rain comes,
It's dark when the stars go.
By morning's mist I'll know I'm not alone.

A soft spoke angel, laced in satin and pearls.
Discovered a weak spot, for a strong little girl.
He whispered a hymn to her untold about the triumphs over evil,
and the world she had sold.

Finding herself had been a task of its own.
The choices she had made, always disfavored.
Her laughter compelled by the gashes she's sewn.
Her happiness perceived by her friends and her home.

Hush little girl, in your own little world.
You are an anathema you were meant to be loathed.
Your heart will impale you; its too big to be yours.
Your life will betray you, and you will be on your own.
However, when the sun rises you will know who you are.
However, when the sun sets, you will pray to the stars.
My sweetest little outcast you're my greatest sin.
I love how you're dying in this world that you're in.

Your friends will always guide you through the thick and the thin.
When you'll never, ever let them know the danger you're in.

She said she would sell herself to live the life that they lived.
She said she would steal their hearts to feel the pain that they're in.
She said she wanted to feel herself drift through the clouds.
She told herself "I am me, and its not working out."


Oh darling what will you do when your blood runs cold?
Oh where will you go when you have no true home?
Please baby, divide yourself within me.
Let me be your guide, let me set you free.
I want to devour your pain and strengthen your bones.
Let me whisper this melody whenever you're alone.
I want you to feel me outside and within.
I want to you to deal me in, your greatest sins!

She smiled with all that sweet regret
She prayed to her god, and she wasn't dead yet.
She lightened in step and opened her eyes.
To a world that had sought her, and made her despise what is right.

Oh my darling can't you see?
Do this for me I shall set you free!

The strong little girl accepted this gift,
and fell in her dreams in luscious benefit.
She would fall in the end to an infernal bliss.
For partaking in an angel's idea of a fix.

It's sad when you leave me,
Its hard when I walk away.
If you would only believe me, I might be able to stay...
Like I want to, at peace within myself.

RAPED BY THE FUCKING LIGHT OF CHRIST.