I am the angel with tattered wings
The demon with a child’s smile
I own you
Bought for lies and wishes
Like charms on a chain
Around your neck
Which hangs like a noose
I whisper in your ear
Tell you that you are good
Lie to you and say
That you are special
You sit on your throne
Made of bones and blood
And on your head
A crown of angel feathers
Worship me
Hate me
Beg until your voice
Is raw with emotion
Worms will feed
On what’s left of your soul
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