The Dark Poem by lee bredeson

Do Angels fall? Yes.
My Angel fell and went straight to hell.
She came back and she looked beautiful
She had my heart and then she tore it apart
She was perfect from the start
As wicked as she is she is still beautiful
She is my perfect disease my perfect drug

So Angels do Fall and Demons do Rise
I can tell it all by looking into her eyes
All those who oppose her perish with a broken heart
Her spoken love is all a lie you may cherish her but does she cherish you?
I was torn between death and doom i chose to walk into my open tomb
This blood was once offered to you, my Angel my love
Now it rots and reeks of death