A monsoon of guilt; my devil laughs; my angel cries.
A monsoon of guilt and fear sets in in the past I would'nt have noticed until the demons called for sin "turn a blind eye", my devil says "turn to the future" my angel cries. Who will win the battle and to whom will I listen the sadness laughs in my face and the hate glistens the manipulative grabs... Sign in to see full entry.