A THING FOR DEMONS

"Oh Child of Evil

Behold Spawn of Death;

Shed my blood

And take my breath…"

Here I call unto the beast­­­

To whom my heart lay captive

Come to me, scum of the earth

Thy hopeless, wretched fugitive

Why have you chosen me

To torment and to plague?

Why play with my emotions

Whilst your intentions vague?

Dare me not to question thee

Fruit so sweet, 'tis forbidden

Pleasure me not with fleeting passion

For I know this is not real heaven

Discern beneath the cursed exterior

Lies the golden heart of angels,

But know I too must be careful

Lest you send me burning in hell!

Long as I rest in trembling arms

And my feet rely on wavering ground;

'Tis not desire, but a need to trust

Hope against hope, be not glory bound

Dark eyes roll to the back of thine head

Indignant face contorts, hands turned fists,

But smiles to me, enough eternity

Thy façade I cannot afford to miss

Forever as we keep disobeying the world

Heed not false promises of dying kingdoms,

Will thee swear to all, both tarnished and true

Evermore;

To love me, who hath a thing for demons?