Innocent Demon

I love you sissy...
I hate you sissy...

She wears a halo,
And a pair of wings.

Treating my parents,
Like a pair of puppets on strings.

But when my parents are away,
Everything seems to change to suddenly.

Her halo turns to horns,
Trading her wings for a pitchfork.

I want to break down and cry,
Lie down and die.

To everyone else she's innocent and cute,
But really, she's only a nightmare.
 
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