Everyone has an angel,
but not me.
My demons are those who watch over my withered soul.
I am full of sin,
yet I know i cannot change
And my smile hides all the pain,
that I allow only my knife to see.
I have no one in this life,
except for those ghoulish friends...those demons.
Why was I cursed?
Why was it me?
Why does everyone have an angel...
but not me?
