You
Bleak and twisted, an an acre in Hell
We bought a dream house
The day that I fell.
You left me with Demons
And Wolves to tend.
When I became like them,
you left me to fend.
You called to the Angels, hoping they'd hear.
They turned thier wings toward you,
when they felt me draw near.
Changed and unstable, I followed your path.
And three of god's chosen,
Gave me your wrath.
You lied of your motives,
and all we held true.
When the blades hit my neck...
I'd become just like You.
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