Stitches

 My angel, my angel,
deliver me from evil
for I stand right next to it,
You.
 you've ripped out my heart,
it beats in your hand,
it still beats for you, my angel, my devil.
 you told me once more you loved my bones
that you needed me
lie devil, lie.
You pray I will burn.
I picked up my heart
and sewed it all up,
the stitches spell out your name.
 everytime you pass by, the ache
like rain is coming, washes through my soul.
You used to be my angel, but now you are my devil.
And you treat me like the devil,
day and night.
Your words burn, my hellfire.
your touch is from heaven.
Your both Satan and God.
You, my angel, my devil, my love, are a
mixed up, mismatched, pathetic
excuse for love
stitched up the middle
with lies.
And yet, my angel, my devil, my love,
you're mine,
all the same.