Poetry

Devil Boy

Little lying devil boy

With your horns made out of gold

Taking from the broken angel,

Well now I'll make sure that your story's told

And the story is a long one,

But in short, you're a gigantic prick

Plucked her feathers one by one,
You beat her til she was sick.

But I'll life the broken angel up,

Keep her from plummeting further,

I've nothing left to say to you,

You know you don't deserve her

She bent over backwards to make things right,

Stood through your darkness and tried to see light,

But you left her standing there alone in the night,

So now you can watch her spread her wings and take flight

You could never take blame for your actions,

Always used that pathetic pity card

Well lets see just how pitiful you can be,

Because watching her leave will be hard

Lies and manipulation,

Twisted and bent

Pack up your horns, lying little devil boy,

Before back to hell you are sent.