[inspired by Invisible Poetry’s poem: “Songs Of Damnation.” Mainly based on the last two lines, because this kind of spirals into the opposite of what Invisible’s poem was about.]

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I told myself I’d be your demon,

if you were to call yourself hell.

And if you decided to be heaven,

I’d choose to be your angel as well.

If I were to be your family waiting for you,

I only hope you’d be my loving home.

Because no matter what, I’ll be by your side,

I just hope you won’t leave me alone.

No matter what, I’d be your angel,

your waiting family, your demon.

All I ever asked of you was to be my home,

my heaven or hell, instead of leaving.

I would have been your best friend,

as well as your demon and angel.

All you had to do was be there,

and keep my life from fading dull.

I would have been your angel or demon,

no matter, I just wanted you by my side.

Those doors were the last thing I saw,

because love was the only reason I was alive.

And it was a dirty, nasty, _filthy_ lie.