Their love is out of the question,
if one might touch you,
well your body would be tormented by the sheer
Ecstasy of their hands,
and that is why my friend they love each other
because all others are far
far
far
below them.
She is the demon
He is the angel
together they are beautiful
together they are sin
So perfect they collide
that they light the world from without
and from within.
One leads man against her will regardless of her hate,
while the other will destroy everything,
regardless of his love for imperfection.
The Shadow and the Flame.
Love becomes sweet miserable Hate.
For when you have no other, naught any but one
you soon find our heart longing
for perhaps a little trip.
For Her it is agony to love someone she hates.
For Him it is sanity to love someone he hates.
She hates his wicked smile, the one painted
on that angels face.
He hates the sorrowful eyes of the demon
as she saves the world from waste.
There is now winning,
the is no darkness.
Only flame.
