Angels and Demons

He’s walking the path that will lead to redemption

He’s begging me to show him the way

I really don’t care for his sake

I’d rather lead him into a trap and lock it with a key

He thought this was a mistake

I thought this was a miracle

He gave up trying to annul the deal

He said he would leave for a week

He came back a month later

I promised my life away

He sold his soul to the devil

I’m now a hostage to my own grief

He’s walking free to salvation

I’ll save the bits and pieces of happiness

He’ll throw away the garbage

I doubt he’ll remember me in a couple of weeks

He’ll be off with one of those angels

I swear it’s not fair

But I guess that’s life and death

I’ll be hanging with Napoleon

While he’s earning his wings

What kind of mistake is this?

I’m blending in with the rest of them

And he’s got a shine like the brightest star

He’s having tea with Gandhi

While I’m scrubbing magma from my floor

Of my one room apartment

I’m trying not to laugh hysterically

He’s going ballistic in a cage

Guess it isn’t all the way it seems

Now I’ve gone and done the dirty deed

It only took a couple of years

He’s yelling for me to be his escape

I just talk to the skull next to me

To or not to be that is the question

Or so I thought

I watch him as he falls into a rut

He’s says he’s sorry

I’m not even looking any more

I’m just obeying my orders

He was just too stupid to understand

I’ve already given up on him

A/N: A spur of the moment poem. It’s not that bad. I’m just playing around with some images and certain words…