Heathen

She's an angel falling for the devil.

I've done very bad things.

I'm not a good man.

There's skeletons in my closet

And blood on my hands.

I should be reaching for that sliver of light.

But deep in the darkness lies the loyalty of my friends. Along with the secrets we've buried.

It's become comfortable and safe and all I really know.

It's all that I deserve.

Yet, there's someone who thinks I'm worthy of conviction.

She's the solemn in this chaotic world.

Frail and pale as snow with a cross a...