• The envy of my soul,
    The wrath of my heart,
    The lust of my eyes,
    The sloth of my motivation,
    The pride of my mind,
    The greed of my touch,
    The gluttony of my tounge.
    I am the most imperfect human,
    But somehow you still love me.
    So when Death comes to drag me to hell,
    You watch in sorrow, knowing you cant do a thing.
    But you still reach out a hand, to save my wreched soul.
    And as Death cuts down your reach, with his silver blade,
    Taking me to the most unforgiving cell of hell.
    And as i look apon you for the for the last time,
    I realized how i took you for granted.
    My one and only love, my perfect angle.