It’s not terribly surprising, about as shocking as the orgasm that’s so powerful that you lose your soul in it’s tremors

Ugly and beautiful all rolled up into one big fuckin' blunt
That you can smoke until you're so high that
You don't know what's pain and what's ecstacy.

They say love is like a drug, addictive in the most seductive of ways.
It’s the one drug I’ve finally had enough of.
It’s not like heroin or coccaine, the pain you feel when it’s over isn’t that shallow.
Love’s like alchol. It fucks with the world until all you see is one thing, one person, who stands
For everything. Who falls the instant hangover comes knockin’ at your door.
‘Cause no one stands for everything, everyone falls.


I'm lost in a deep, dark, swirling well, filled with sludge, and leeches, and evil, satanic things that can't hold a candle to the horrors I have created.
I lost love to God, he stole it from me, he tore her frozen heart from my fiery hands.
I'm everything in her life that she crusades against. None shall love this winged beast.
None should be so condemmed.
Too much a demon to love an angel.
But that’s okay, ‘cause angels are dull anyway.
All pristine wings and delicate little halos.

Do you think I'm evil? Am I damned to Hell? Will my maker, He who hath wrought my deviant heart with his own caring hands, would He with those same roughsoft hands toss me to the depths of that fiery chasm?