you might as well call him an angel

His veins are filled with blood and pain so has it always been
And if you're looking in his eyes you can see the tears and sin
The monster inside is tearing him apart He can't fight it much longer
It doesn't even care if he fights it's only getting stronger
And sometimes he dreams at night of a life filled with love and joy
But he knows that if he would be happy they wouldn't hesitate to destroy
Every piece of beauty every bit of light
so when he needs to make a choice between love and pain he always takes the side
Of what will destroy him more because he isn't worth the fight