I am the Angel

you are the hands that grab me

I am forgotten

and you are alone

justification-

perfect stimulation

make me a treasure...

make me a gun

I am the mountain

that watches the valley

pretending the answer

lies under my thumb

I am your secret

that makes you feel stronger

that makes you act colder

when I'm around

I am the Angel

you are the hatred

that has sipped my blood

and broken my wing

I am forgotten

but you are forgiven

still I long for the sleep

that never comes to me

I am empty...

I am cold...

I am cold