These creatures inside claim to be angels,

Beings sent from above to protect me.

They tell me about the cruelty of man,

And about how it would be so easy just to ascend

With them; little do they know,

I hear them conspiring late at night,

Of how easy it will be to rot my heart.

How easy it will be to drag me down,

Hold me down while I drown in fear

While i give my trust to them,

Though they speak lies,

These creatures inside hate the light,

Tar black wings on their backs.

Dripping, oozing blackened blood

These are my angels of the night,

Not truly angels, but as close to heaven as I will get.

I might give in just to see where I go,

All I know is that tar black angels are all I deserve.