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Face of an Angel/Breath of the Devil
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G'Luck.
Face of an Angel/Breath of the Devil…
The scene was serene that evening, so I chilled…
Smoked a fat blunt, downed a 40 up front, with pills.
Judgment slurred and vision blurred, well received…
Because I like this state, so much more than reality.
Good times have their drawbacks, and mine weren’t spared…
When I found out on my porch, that I started to care.
About the girl across the street, the blonde with blue eyes…
Who sits alone outside like me, but silently cries.
I see the car pull up, and whisk her away in the night…
And I see her return cuz I’m still here when dawn breaks light.
I have no life, so I walk over, like I’ve never done before…
And without a knock, I open and enter her front door.
I startle her in the kitchen, and I apologize for this…
“I figured out I cared, about why you cry at night, Miss”
She hesitantly pours her coffee, in a # 1 Mom mug…
Disturbed by my presence, but her soul’s been needing a hug.
I deny the offer of beverage, and sit without being asked…
Then motion for her to sit as well, and tell me about her past.
Slowly she slinks into sitting, the tiny dining room fills…
With tense anticipation of the beans about to spill.
She let’s me know her story, divorce, then loss of child…
And visitation’s very strict, only sees her once in a while.
”I wasn’t always a good mom, I did drugs and drank…
So my husband took my baby, and I’ve only myself to thank.”
With that she begins to cry again, and beckons for comfort…
So I bring her to my chest, but can’t resist the urge to smother.
With pain in my heart, and anguish in my soul…
I seize the situation, and violently take control.
Hold her with such closeness, not even air comes between us…
And as I end her suffering, I consider myself ingenious.
For I fulfilled both our needs, two birds with one stone…
By ending all of her agony, she’s now left me alone.
I don’t wanna care, I like the lonely life of my porch…
And for that girl with blonde hair, I’d have always carried a torch.
So in doing what I did, I did us both a favor…
But said goodbye to Heaven, when I became her angel.