Crows sqwark these dark streets
where demons and angels alike do meet.
They fall in love, with irony,
but fall apart so slowly
that they rip each other to shreds.
Like for like, or do opposites attract?
It’s Cupid’s secret which he shares not.
It’s his poison arrow weapon
that hits these self destructive hearts,
and drags them back to a pathetic start.
Which way do these creatures turn,
knowing there’s so much left to learn?
Immortal time passes through immortal hands,
of the demons and angels here.
Here in this abyss of heartache and irony
they rip themselves to shreds.