Demon In My Closet

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say I have kept him there safely, each and every day Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding Something more suitable than just a standard branding A mark of a book, a devils open handing A demon to help me through troubles and fears A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers But I think my favorite time is where leers