Our friendship is a double-edged sword

Whatever happens is by our hands

One minute we are crying to the Lord

And the next we are making demands

You call yourself by the demon’s name

And still your face is sweet

One day you are the demon Caim

And the next you are Michael incomplete

Your intentions are more than impure

Though your face deceives your heart

You treat me as your cure

Though our drama tears us apart

You tell me things behind closed doors

You use your words in handsome ways

Saying things like I should be yours

And you’re just counting the days…

But while you say “your face,”

You really mean “all of you” and more

You long not for just one embrace

But for the main drug, you implore

Somehow, beyond your father, Dorian Gray,

You shine as innocent and bright as an angel

No matter what you think, feel, or say

In an angel’s hands you dwell

And I see myself looking at your golden hair

And eyes the saddest shade of blue

I could never withstand your tearful stare

It pierces my heart and soul through and through

Through your cold heart of black

I still sense hopes for purity

There is still the angel inside the heart attack

Crying to be freed from your heart’s obscurity

Your image of yourself and life may be maligned

To the depths long since unknown

But now I feel you haven’t lost your mind

Never mind you’re making me lose my own…

Nothing could’ve saved me from you

I swore that I would run out of here

But now for something perverse:

I have fallen under your curse.