Broken and battered,
Out in the cold,
My fingertips are turning blue.
Even still,
I refuse to go crawling back
To you.
Yes, the nights are long
And hard,
But temptation is no stranger to me.
Much like you,
The Devil calls me-
Oh, the Devil, temptation and you?
Such an unholy trinity.
All of you want to use me,
Abuse me,
Keep me enslaved until the
Very end of time...
It's unfortunate, really,
That I've seen through the deceit.
I won't come back: I've realised
That you don't love me.
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