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I’m not a knight in shining armor No my armor is black and dented I’m not the selfless martyr No I’m just a little bit demented My goal in life was just survival Until your eyes I did see And I felt a revival That forced me to decree I will make you smile Whether you want to or not And I will stop all that are hostile So your pain can be forgot This is just my way I might be a bit rough But like I said that day I am evil, it is no bluff So you can try to push me aside But I will not falter I will always provide You’re much needed shelter From all that you fear And all that you hate So don’t you worry my dea

I am simply a demon. A being of rebellion and darkness. Always turning away light. Forever alone in the wasteland. But why do I feel as if I have a heart. I am not supposed to feel love. Yet I do feel it. I try to deny this, but it is impossible. I actually care about someone. The truth is that I belong to this angel. No matter how much I lie… She has given me a heart. And now I've fallen in love with her.

I am a demon My eyes shine red and my fangs lust for the taste of blood With horns on my head and claws on my hands I lurk in the dark, waiting for my prey I am a demon My soul is consumed with darkness and i don't have a heart With nothing but hate by my side, I crush hopes and dreams without remorse Nor a smile or tears will ever come from my face And I've long ago forgotten what the words "friend" or "comrade" mean I am a demon Feared by every soul, not even death cherish my life I stand above humanity, but I am still less than strays? I have taken everything, still my hands hold nothing You are an angel Your soul shines with

The man walked down the black street.  At first glance one would believe that he was simply late for a meeting, but if you were to look closer you would see that in actuality he was afraid.  Sweat ran from his brown hair down onto his strong chin.  His chocolate brown eyes were wide and frightened.  He constantly looked around him as if an assailant would pop out of the shadows of the street.  He pulled his trench coat around him and shivered. He would have to pick up the pace.  It was near.  He could feel it.  He felt a shiver run down his spine.  It was too close.  He picked up his pace almost to a slow jog now.  He looked behind him.  A