Charity Prey

I found you
On the street
Where I was also
Neither one could beat
The weight of our burdens
And our discontent
Together we both
Were set on Hell bent

But part of you made up
My fantasy
Of a man who was pretty
And all heavenly
But then your soul opened wide
And the swords of your demons
No more were to hide
And they did all their screamin’s

Schizophrenic bipolar
is what I think you do have
cuz ur thoughts ain’t in order
they all turned to bad
oh my God the Brad Pitt
that I thought you were
was the pit of Hell
the devil’s main nerve

yet I pray for the part
of your soul that did yearn
for the life of Christ
though your mind it all burned
and in good conscience
I walked away
From a charity case
Before I became prey