You were my angel, my deceiver, the lover of my demise
I a fool with a soul bleeding and doomed from the fiery hate that consumed.
I turned my eyes of fear to you, having not the slightest clue.
Within moments of our gaze embrace, your mouth soon I had to taste.
Rules thrown from the rooftop then, and lips a journey soon to begin.
It started as a past time game, though soon my fire you did tame.
With helpless eyes I watched each day, you kiss her lips then mine at play.
I could not stop the pain from growing, lies eating at my single knowing.
Bandaged shortly at the start, soon a bloody river tore my heart.
You came to me in angel form, glowing bright and feeling warm,
Turned you then into my deceiver, laughing that I was a believer,
This is how to much surprise you came to be the lover of my demise.
