The devil is my lover.
I hate him, I love him.
Sinning is my pleasure
Though my pleasure is but a sin.
I fell in love with his whispers.
Sweet nothings sung upon my soul.
Drawing me into my own eternal hell.
Lullabies of lustre sings my master.
I fell in love with his touch
The gentle caress of death
Bony claws slicing thigh to breast
Igniting a dark flame upon my skin
I fell in love with the temptations
With the rope binding my wrists.
With the chains circling me in a loving embrace
My head is lowered, not looking up.
The shadows leave me in a trance
I am not a light in the darkness,
But the darkness within the church full of light.
I know He is watching, waiting.
Always knocking on the door to my heart.
However I can't have loved Him enough otherwise I wouldn't have fallen in love with the other side.
I won't look up towards Him.
I will break.. into even more pieces.
Not even His strength can overcome;
How far down I will go.
💀
Nadea x
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