The Snake inside of me, the Fallen Angel 
  
 Somewhere in time... 
 There was a shape shifter 
 Not for feelings, 
 --But Attention... 
  
 Not for materials 
 Nothing with sense 
 Not even reason, 
 --But Boredom... 
  
 Scared to be alone. 
 At night I was.. 
 Some fallen Angel 
 At daylight I was.. 
 Just another Snake. 
 --The Man. 
  
 I was lurking, both shapes 
 From one victim, to another 
 From soul to soul 
 Body to body 
  
 Just to feel good 
 And so greedy I was 
 Painless, for sure. 
 Without a sparkle,  
 Nor feelings... 
  
 With every bite I had 
 More venin came after 
 More Lies, lies... 
 So many lies. 
 And senseless life 
  
 There more I had.. 
 Much more were lost 
 Every day was boring 
 Every one was boring 
 --Taking shapes 
  
 More people hurting 
 More venin gained. 
 Until the day, that day. 
 The snake got bitten by... 
 --Another Snake 
  
 With all that venin 
 Through my veins 
 Shape shifting, I think 
 Wasn't working, anymore 
  
 Nothing, was the same 
 Seem the same, nothing 
 Nothing, felt the same 
 In fact, I felt.. 
  
 That was the day, I felt it 
 Fallen tho, the pain was growing 
 I was getting smaller and smaller, 
 Every day, hungry. 
  
 Day by day, more hungry 
 Then ever, in pain. 
 Hurting, lonely. 
 I was feeling them 
  
 No more souls to haunt, 
 To hurt, at last. 
 To feed my snake, 
 Dying inside, inside of me 
  
 The snake was struggling 
 Between life and death, itself. 
 Surprisingly with my wings, growing. 
 Once the snake died, they were... 
  
 My wings were growing back, At last. 
 So beautiful, more beautiful then ever 
 My lust for love, 
 Made them grow again... 
  
 Even tho my lust for attention 
 Was getting weaker... 
 And weaker, so weaker 
 That I lost my appetite for that 
  
 For now, vanished, at least. 
 And when I grew, 
 To be mature enough 
 I saw my wings, 
  
 In the mirror one day 
 Thinking, what a mess 
 What a mess I left behind 
 For this, to happen. 
  
 What a mess of souls, 
 A graveyard full, of wings 
 And a ton of Angels dead 
 Greedy bastard, the snake 
  
 Kept going and going 
 Painless, living a shameless life 
 Pity to me, pitying myself 
 At least, I don't deserve it 
  
 I don't deserve anything from others 
 At least, again 
 I can look in the mirror 
 The shame is there, 
  
 The quilt is there 
 And the pain I feel, 
 It's there too. 
 It's Me, the SnaKe. 
  
 Within an Angel. 
 Still Me, Shape shifter. 
 the Fallen Angel... 
 The Angel face, 
 With an Evil mind. 
  
 It's Me, no other. 
 No other living, 
 Could do such things... 
 Nor death itself, 
  
 Could do those things... 
 It's Me, the Angel 
 The Angel you don't know. 
 The Angel you never seen 
  
 About you never heard of 
 Under the skin of that Angel 
 Was living a snake, pity to me. 
 That snake still haunts me 
  
 From time to time 
 Like present... 
 When time is infinite, 
 I will endure my pain 
 Still, he lives thrum my dreams 
  
 Haunting, he's still there. 
 Speechless I was, 
 For the first time, 
 In a long time. 
 Careless I wasn't. 
  
 Now trying, to repair... 
 Trying, not to despair... 
 That my job, will be in vain 
 Like that would, not be fair 
  
 For all those Sins 
 My sins, as Angel 
 My sins, as snake.. 
 So many, many more 
  
 The beast inside of me. 
 I sinned, painless 
 Now I will endure, 
 My path full of spins 
  
 Because I deserve it, all. 
 All that will come, bad 
 Good is still unknown, 
 I haven't had a feeling 
  
 Yet, but still, my fault, 
 My bad, it's all. 
 Yet again, somewhere in time 
 This time, my Angel wings.. 
  
 My sparkling Angel Wings 
 So beautiful, but full of pain 
 I wasn't able to fly yet, 
 Still, after so many years 
  
 I haven't recovered, 
 Still, my fault. 
 Doing my job, healing others 
 Helping others, every day 
  
 I was helping myself 
 Thinking, that one day 
 Maybe one day, I will become 
 I will reborn, 
  
 As an actual Angel. 
 But time goes by... 
 And that day, 
 This day, it came 
  
 The day I met another Angel, 
 After a long, so long time 
 After so many years 
 All these years pitying myself 
  
 One day I met an Angel 
 A real angel, my angel 
 It was like today, 
 When I met that Angel 
  
 My wings were shivering 
 At the first glimpse of beauty 
 Such a beauty, like never seen 
 Like never seen before, 
  
 Oh no, the Snake 
 The snake in me, 
 That snake, willing to reborn 
 Willing to kill again 
  
 To kill my Angel 
 I was so hungry, 
 But hungry for love, 
 Not just Attention. 
  
 I missed that, so much 
 So much, I missed 
 A touch, A kiss 
 And others more... 
  
 So there I go, 
 Pitying myself... 
 Whether to kill the snake 
 Whether to let it, live again 
  
 Almost giving birth 
 Rebirth of that evil Beast. 
 My twin brother, 
 Within the same body. 
  
 In that second I stopped 
 Shocked, was thinking 
 Why? why ? why me? 
 Now that I found... 
  
 I found an real Angel 
 Some Angel, made me feel... 
 Made me, feel again, 
 At last, after years... 
  
 So many years, in pain, but. 
 I had to kill, again. 
 To kill... but, 
 Not some other Soul 
  
 I sinned, again, but.. 
 I saved an Angel, killing a beast. 
 Killing my own and self soul. 
 The beast, that beast inside. 
  
 To be free, again. 
 To feel, again. 
 But time gone by... 
 My Angel, that beautiful Angel. 
  
 My Angel had to fly, 
 And wasn't coming by... 
 That Angel, such beauty 
 That Angel, left me... 
 Hanging, in pain. 
  
 More like dying... indeed. 
 But, I felt again. 
 I felt, love and Pain... 
 At the same time. 
  
 This time, at least. 
 I know, I think 
 I know, I didn't hurt no one. 
 No one but... me. 
  
 Thinking, I saved a Soul. 
 Another Soul to be on my list. 
 On my list, in that graveyard. 
 Still feeling, now... 
  
 Feeling a bunch 
 Nor good, nor happy 
 Nor joy, in my life. 
 Still, feeling lonely. 
  
 But Feeling, something 
 That something, 
 That makes me go forward 
 At last. ---Present. 
  
 After going backwards 
 So many years 
 So much time, 
 Time gone by, lost. 
  
 So not being me, 
 So not a beast. 
 Here I am, finally. 
 Finally, True... 
  
 Loving a shadow 
 Your Shadow... 
 An Angel's shadow 
 In peace with myself. 
  
 Able to look in a mirror 
 And liking what I see. 
 Here I am, At last, 
 Some Angel. 
  
 At least... for now. 
 Still loving you, 
 Loving you, my shadow. 
 The shadow of an Angel. 
 Hoping you will fly by, again. 
 So help me God.