the angel on my left shoulder ascending from my heart

under shadows of misfortune satanic words may sound right

they circle around my brain and change their standing

and whisper ancient prophecies beyond my understanding

distant roots form creeping ivy on the surface of my being

encompassing the derelict walls of ignorant bliss

and as they crumble into nothingness my windows are cracked

acid rain of devastation falls through gaps in my existence

once sheltered by a promise of life eternally