on true devils
call me cruel
but if you do,
then call her cruel
too
yes, call the angel
the one of blissful sleep
who makes you think
of sun lit meadows and dreams that do come true
to which you wake
gone. gone. gone.
reality back, illusion, hopes
shattered
yet you say thanks to her
for teasing you with what might be
you call that good?
you call that right?
If I show you the worst
then what?
you wake
and know your life is better
but you thank her for your broken hearts
and souls unsatisfied