A devil-angel smiling down at me
A smile that promises salvation and damnation
And I want both
I fool myself into believing I can have it
I fool myself enough to hope
So I hang on
The fall may not be long
And yet the bottom is a pit of the mundane
Above me is a tree of life and wisdom
Spreading it's crown behind broken wings
Transforming every moment, every second
So I hang on
It feels as if I'm almost at the top
Though I can feel the storm that gathers
She calls down the lightning to my face
To better light the way
It hurts, but still is worth it
So I climb on
My fingers may be bleeding
But I have seen her reaching down to pull me up
This muse that I could never ever find again
So I hold on to that which is one of a kind
This devil with it's broken bones
This angel that no longer flies
This devil with it's sinful grace
This angel with the softest kiss
This naked symbol of desire
This creature that's beyond denial
One of a kind |