Why is it

that heaven's most beautiful angel

is the one 

we must always avoid? 

 

Why do we revile

reject with disgust 

the only things

that fill up the void? 

 

Oh, to be human

is a monstrous trait indeed 

but try as I might 

I cannot kill the human in me 

 

Wanting, but starving 

the most pure of us do waste away

Angelic as can be

but in their graves 

they still rot and decay 

 

So call me a sinner 

and I will forgive you

because, after all, it is true 

but, don't look in the mirror 

avoid it with vigor 

'cause chances are 

 you are one too