In theory this was all just a race,

A contest,

The winners- us,

Have won,

When it's too late,

Is when I usually come around,

Blowing up at the slightest,

When you're talking to me at my highest,

I can't really understand,

It's been a mish-mosh of catastrophe for us both,

I know,

Somehow I feel horrifically betrayed,

But I still find myself loving you,

My words come off harsh,

Yes, I know,

Difficult,

I am,

The Devil,

And you are my Angels.

Dedicated to: Crazynsky & DreamingLove