What less can I write, what more can I feel

The devil in me waits for him

To show him my sins

To swallow him in the darkness that’s me

To hide in his wings.

The angel in me waits for him

To show him heaven

To bring him stars

To love him for all he is.

It’s not me that I see

It’s all of me that I can ever be

What can I do, he is to blame

For before this, I have not belonged.

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