I Met an Angel

I met a guy who made me believe

That love isn't just some sick, twisted dream.

I met a guy

Who called me beautiful,

And for once in my life,

I believed it was true.

I met a guy who made me feel alive-

Every word, every tease felt like a dream.

I met a guy who walked down a road

Lit by nothing except the dull light in his eyes.

He walked down that street,

His hands in his pockets,

And he made friends with someone

Who made him believe nonsense.

The words he whispered to that poor, sweet boy

Were lies disguised as truth

And something he couldn't ignore.

That innocent boy

Soon made friends with another-

A knot so tight

That would pull him under.

The knot made its mark

On that poor boy's neck and heart,

And freed him of his soul that fell into the dark.

The boy hasn't talked

Or even felt since then

Because he took his final breath

As he reached the end.

That day I met an angel,

Happy and braced;

That poor little angel

Lost all of his grace.

Now he's far above me

In another pleasant nightmare,

And he's left me down here,

In hell,

As I wish that I was there.

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