My Gardian Angle was actually the Devil

by Jessie

And as i lay
awake as night
with my vivid
dreams of fright

the tear will drip
along my skin
and the pain
does sink in

it hurts so much
to see his face
and mine wrapped
in ivory lace

but the alters
not where i stand
but in the box
soon buried in sand

my eyes r open
I'm still alive
but as my taker
leads my life

his eyes r cold
and full of.. love
he was my angle
my knight from above

he knows whats best
for me now
so here i stand
and take my finally bow