the trade

I thought it was getting late.
No means fulfilled the purpose served
And then I got what I deserved
For the mistake I made.

The little angel left to molder -
Shot it down in self defense
And then appeared by chance
The little devil on my shoulder.

My secret to feeling well
Turned out to be cursed treasure.
It’s buying me little pleasure
While giving me a tour of hell.

I seem to always underestimate
The little angel left to molder,
The little devil on my shoulder
And the mayhem they create.