Thoughts of a broken soul

The farytale's gone

I was walking through the night
Thinking of fairytales and dust
If it's real I cannot say.
Can someone speak a word of trust?

There's a boy staring at me
I don't know what to say.
Why have I become what I've become?
Why do I need to explain?

He said he didn't want to be this way.
He's innocent, but it's a game.
I can see his little horns
On top of his angelic face.

The big question of the world
In my mind today;
Why all the devils in the world
Don't have a villain face?