A devil in disguse with beatiful eyes,
And his halo darkened with bissful little lies
A soul that was pure, with thoughts so corrupt
Feathers hidden, they couldn't be plucked
He claimed to be cold, but he was a flame;
A warm light in this dark devious game
Though every light may be slightly dimmed,
Yet his was the brightest, but still dancing with the biggest sin
They couldn't define him,
Because he was heaven from within,
While he holds hell on his shoulders
The devil lurks beneath his skin
He was a demon with wings, an angel who sinned
Loving to all, but he could snap every now and then,
He couldn't control it; he didn't want it at all
Cursed with both love and hate, always flying only to fall
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PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
