Let it Burn
Memories burn,
Along with emotions,
The tables start to turn,
With poor expectations.
Demon, you may have suffered,
But I've been through worse,
This love that has been shattered,
Makes you want to observe.
Does my angered soul lure you in?
Does it make you want to feast?
Does it even make you want to sin?
Tell me Demon, are you pleased?