i admit
i have my own
issues
around my neck
rusted chains
with an anchor
pulling me
into the hell
always open
beneath my vans

but look at yourself
in the mirror
try to convince yourself
when i
took your breath away
with every kiss
with every lick
every time
my hands rolled over
your body
that issues or not
no one
before or after
ever made you feel
that way about
yourself

all the times
you thought
i was the devil
you were right
i will never be anything
but fallen
but remember this
satan was cast down
for an overload
of passion
so i am in
good company
being looked down upon
by the angels
with tarnished halos
casting dispersions
yet coming back
for one more taste