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Sometimes I wish you’d call me angel.
I never thought myself holy before, but the way you call my name makes me feel like I’m falling from grace.
Your arms both ripping me from heaven, and breaking my fall to hell
This halo gets so heavy darling,
Weighed down with all my troubles
Though in your arms: so perfectly and pleasantly warm,
Like the fires of hell flickering just below us,
I can feel you lift the ring of light over your own twisted horns
I fear you want to fly away,
Your blackened wings coiled around you too tight for too long
But I’m afraid my wings are stretched too thin for flying with you my dear
I fear the call of the wind and the open air is stronger than whatever luck led you to me
I feel I need a miracle to keep you here, holding me so tight
So please, call me angel
Let me keep this little slice of fallen heaven selfishly to myself
