Every day I'm your headache to a impulse that tags your nerves
I play peek a boo with unknown scars
I'm the angel that turns to the bitter in you
Your wisdom exceeds a cursed heart that's held at bay
You strike fear to those who had no knowledge of a battle
Words are sharpened tools that only left marks
Anger seeps deep within a raging soul
But the demons around him whisper and talk
It fuels the fire and pushes the damned spirit
A warriors soul emerges from the battle of a never ending war
The angel that was meant to be peace only caused pain and grief
She blamed him for the feathers that are now dyed black instead of white
When it was her own falling that made her grief
Her pride her tears her gashes were her own cause
Only wanting relief from the warriors strength
Only to find she added to the weight of his world
Her apologies became empty versions of excuses
His ears no longer have the will to listen
Because his demons had a better melody
He still wakes up to teach himself to smile
The warrior can no longer fight for the angel
The angel has now fallen in her own sorrows
Only wanting to fight against the new demons that follow her
Her tears are black and no longer gold
But the warrior still catches them before they fall
He still holds the angel even though she has fallen
He still holds the demons in his heart
But is destructive to hers
He still wants to be her peace
But the angel is poison looking for her cure
The warrior will always find his will
But will the broken angel find hers
Because they are both cursed❤️
