“Good guys always come in last”


I’ve wasted poems on beauty
And my love on fallen angels
I swore my every breath to them
And made their dreams my goals

I sold my soul for their happiness
And traveled to and from Hell
I took blood oaths for their secrets
And now I am nothing but a story they tell


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