The Devil and I - Part Ii
The Prince of Darkness begged to possess my soul
with the words of the dark and a smirk:
“Who gives a damn about what you do?
You’re weak and desperate. You cannot change
what you’ve done. No one cares if you exist,
so don’t worry any more as I continue sliding
this needle into your wrist. I will be your comfort.
I will soothe your pain, and keep you stone cold.
I will bleed from your heart. I will pour from your soul.
I will cry in pain with you every morning you wake.
For I will be the one waiting for you when
you just can’t take it anymore. Devour this life and
spit it back out. Throw up your middle finger, and
let me find your next ride. I’m not a crime,”
he lied, and he lied. “I’m a virtue,” he said.
“Come with me to succumb to the
eternal flame of desire.”
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