My Angel of Darkness

My angel of darkness shadows my mind,
She wages war in the depths of my soul.
With her comes a host of demons of every kind,
And ruin what I have left of self-control.
She stabs at my heart with a knife of silence,
Puncturing the fondations of who I am,
And by doing so she changes me forever hence,
Into the Devil of the sore and of the damned.

And in my fires I burn and thrash.
Always wresteling with my winged beast,
Till at least my doom is hashed,
And of course it's just what I expect in the least.
It's of course loving memories of what once was,
Twisted of course in order to kill.
But I still cherish them for no other cause,
Then they bring me a bit of bitter sweet joy.

My angel has moved on no doubt,
But the host of demons remain,
They scream, they yell, and they shout,
All in my head, yet all the same.
It's my heart they destroy.
It's my soul they slay.
And now I am left without joy,
But still I brun throughout the day.