I am a lucid dreamer,
Which means I see things when I sleep,
Sometimes they make me want to smile,
But oftentimes I weep.
I see the devil when I sleep,
He sits upon my bed,
He makes me question my own dreams,
And a life I've never lead.
He has brown eyes shaped like almonds,
That crinkle at the sides-
When he cracks that wicked grin,
Full of sinful pride.
His throat emits a melody,
That everybody knows,
A sound so sweet and void of life,
Of melancholy prose.
A dimple carved into just one cheek,
A jawline just too strong,
It draws you closer, sucks you in,
A relationship that's wrong.
This demon had commited much,
Far too much to count,
But of all the wrongs that come to pass,
There's one he can't summount.
He played me like a fiddle,
With strings strung far too tight,
He kept on playing til' I broke,
And left me reeling in the night.
Although he's rather evil,
An omnipresent truth,
I find I'm no more innocent,
As the girl who told her devil "I Love You".
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This one? It's John's.
