To whisper

I long for an angel,

A guiding angel to show me the way;

I’m thirst of knowledge;

I need to know what my soul is there for;

I need the question and the answer;

It all converges in a dark place...

What am I?

I’m the scoundrel of my soul,

I’m the sacrifice that needs to be done,

I’m the innocent that has to pay,

I’m the infection, infecting myself,

I’m the one that self-worshiped my failure,

I’m my worst nightmare,

I’m just a good boy...