Wings Of A Devil

So high up
He can't scale the walls to take him there
So low down
He can't see how his life here is fair
So caring
He can't feel that touch upon his face
So hating
It's his fault he's in this awful place
So soothing
His body wrapped in soft, silken wraps
Stop bleeding!
He's daydreaming about his collapse
Still cooling
His body is washed over by bliss
Still burning
He taunts the flames of this dark abyss
So joyful
He grins and giggles at the pain here
So lonely
He wishes his smiles could be sincere
Near to me
He remembers the day he left me
Far away
He knows that I'll always disagree