Happy In Hell

An angel born of hell
With wings of glistening night
With a rusted, broken halo
Drifting further from the light

A sin so dirty, so vile, so filthy
It can never be scrubbed clean
Something so forbiddingly evil
Something so morbidly obscene

Dark Days filled with laughter
Dead nights with perfect dreams
Always feeling content
Never broken at the seams.

I am not sure who is right, Heaven or Hell,
I have my views, but who can tell?
I thought of heaven, where God is said to live,
But is Hell more accepting, that’s why im hear that is,

Whoever you choose, this is your fight,
The fight that continues well through the night,
Up into dawn, and then into day,
The fight that will never go away,

But its too late now,
you cant go back,
the ailing demons are your only hope,
the pain is the only thing to rock you to sleep,
now you can truly call this wonderful hell your home

You may think that I'm an angel.
Happily sleeping on a bed of dead rose thorns,
But I have long since fell
you must beware of my ebony wings
and my eyes as Red as Hell.