Who is my paramour?
Is it my angel?
Can an enticing angel,
Hate with such evil?
Can such an angel,
Be so vigorous towards the enemy?
More than a substantial heart,
Cherished and mattered,
Taking a hold of with such imperfect care.
Who is my paramour?
Is it my demon?
Can a repulsive demon,
Love with such passion?
Can such a demon,
Be so fervor towards the enemy?
More than a pitied soul,
Scarred and torn,
Taking ahold of sin with apocalyptic care.
My angel,
Remarkable.
My oh my,
How unworthy I am.
From first to last,
She will forever be,
My care taker.
My devotion,
Solely to her,
My life only to her.
My demon,
A mighty fighter he is.
Security of a sickness,
An ecstasy I can not refuse.
From sunlight to sunset,
He will forever reside within,
Sanity never strikes.
My calamitous, heinous, lustful king,
For I forever beg on my knees,
For he forever amidst within my thighs.
Who are they?
What are they?
Possible to intertwine the two,
I think not.
Thirst for love,
Open to be filled.
For they make me,
For they love me?
For they must murder me.
For I shall,
Capture the bitter metallic,
Slash it across my vain flesh...
Wish granted.
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