Angel

If angels couldn't fly
would they still guide you tonight?
Do they really protect you from evil
do they make the bombs go away?

You're opressed I know,
Have no where to run,
nowhere to hide.
No shoulder to cry

Wipe your tears dry my love
We both know tomorrow
may never come.
May never come...

Find shelter and hide
in an angel's wings
Your feathery shiled
will protect you.

The bombs may never go away...
This bloody war won't stop.
It should rain tonight,
but all you get are bullets and shells...

You've heard screaming,
you've heard people cry,
those are your memories
for the past year...

Hide with your angel
The wings will shield you
It's warm embrace
will give you peace

Demon

(Note: For the record, I don't do drugs. I hate drugs. I wrote this poem because I have seen what drugs do to people, and I just think that doing drugs is one of the most tragic things that someone can do. So please, if you still dont know anybetter, please please please don't do drugs. Let this poem be a motivator.)

I take you into my body
so you can make me happy.
I take you with pain and agony.
Do your job: make me happy.

Make me feel like I'm flying,
make me feel like I'm diving,
make me feel like I'm dreaming.
Overwhelm me with joy.

I'll breathe you,
I'll inject you,
I'll snort you as I please.
You are my best friend, Oh Demon!

You make me feel good,
you make me feel loved,
you make me feel high,
I feel like I am God!

But then you leave me
and I feel empty.
You take my sanity,
or even my life.