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and sometimes i wonder
how an angel could ever
look past my sins and scars
and kiss my soul golden again

but you’ve never hesitated
have danced close with my demons
with a smile on your face 
you say you can always see my truth.

and sometimes i wonder
how a monster like me could ever
dare to corrupt heaven’s warrior
with this blood stained black

but you’ve never hesitated
have reached out and grasped me tight
with assurance in your grip
you say you can wash the sins away.

and sometimes i wonder
how i ever will be able to 
hold you close and not see the ruin
that i will bring

but you’ve never hesitated
have reached out and pulled me closer
with whispers in my ear
like a sun shining through a dungeon window.

and sometimes i hate myself
but i have always loved you.

—  “Black Blood and an Angel’s Kiss” || a.j. r.