timeless

he, an angel,

and i, a demon.

nothing,

not god,

nor beelzebub,

could end my love for him.

he,

though not one in favor of god,

shall stay pious

to the lord he does not worship.

he could never allow himself to settle

for scum like i,

though my love for him,

is never ending.

since eden,

through noah,

through crucifixions and gallows,

through thick and thin and ice and fire,

he gives me heaven,

i promise him heaven, but put him through hell.

i, a demon,

burn my soles like my soul

returning to

him, an angel,

my angel,

though not his demon.