He was a fallen Angel
Someone who’s lost his way
Tried reaching for her heart,
He was begging her to stay
He rose her from beneath the surface
Where all her pain was kept
She was no longer fond of memories
That made her so upset
His skin was icy cold
Yet he made her body warm
She knew that she was giving in
To an outrageous storm
Smothered in hatred,
And blinded by love
She finally had the strength
To say it was enough
No more dancing with the Devil
Who felt of needles and pins
She gave up what she thought
Would rid her of her sins
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A/N: So. This was written as a metaphor for someone who's addicted to a drug that's extremely bad for you. What do you think? Vote/Comment/Follow
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PuisiI wrote this when I was a depressed freshman in high school.
