When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same
I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.
I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need
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To only want one that looks exactly like you is the highest form of narcissism; you want to touch that person who looks so much like you and have him make you writhe underneath him. It's sick the way you cast him a barely cover lusty gaze, sticky with your want and pathetic need.
He merely smirks and stands from his spot at the dinner table. "I'll be in my room." It seem he announces to the table, but it's really directed at you. I'll be waiting…was really the underlying message he was trying to send you.
The message is received, and you lower your eyes to the blond boy babbling next to you. I glare at my half-eaten potatoes as I hear your chair scoot across the old wooden floor. "I'm done." You mutter to your caretaker, who nods and doesn't see anything queer about your behavior.
I can't take it anymore, and I shove my plate out of the way. "I'm done as well." I swallow the thick spit in my mouth, and ignore the way my stomach growls. No one seems to notice me leaving and shuffling in the direction of where I know you'll be.
My ears perk at the sound of quick thumps, and hushed growls. A frown dips the corner of my lips, and I move closer to the noises. God, how can you be so useless? My hands trace the delicate wall paper as I move closer to the locked door.
I know where you'll be now; you'll be shivering for more and more of his repulsive touch, whimpering for him to go on. He'll smirk in that disgustingly creepy way and comply to your wishes because this is the only way he'll ever best you at anything.
I hear a low moan, and a hiss of discomfort. I know that he's inside you now; I grit my teeth as the cries of pain turn into mewls of pleasure. "O-oh god…" You blaspheme; I can here his self-satisfied chuckle, low and husky with testosterone pumping through his veins.
The head-board bangs against the wall, and the faint smacking of skin against skin meet my sick and jealous ears. The hallway is dark because no one comes down this corridor anymore. They're too scared of him…
I fall asleep with the sound of your lust licking at my eardrums; my body is curled up on itself, and an hour passes until I'm roughly prodded awake. My eyes open blearily, and I mutter something inaudible. My pupils dilate and then widen so that they're accustomed to the dark and I can see crimson glinting down at me.
I gasp, and sit up, trying to move away from him. He leans forward, gripping the front of my shirt. "Little sheep, why are you up so late?" I'm pulled forward, and I gulp. I can smell sex still on his damp skin almost as snowy pale as yours. I feel light-headed and I'm sure that I'm going to retch.
"I-I…" I stammer, trying to let my brilliant mind come up with a reasonable lie. The beginnings of a smirk spread over his lips like melted caramel on an apple.
"You're going to have to come up with something quicker…" He purrs, his crimson eyes half-lidded. I try to back away, but end up clashing with the flowery wall.
He stands back up, spine bent in the way that you do because he's a copy, and smirks eerily down at me. "You're such a jealous brat." He says, placing a hand on top of my head and begins to pet the white curls. "You honestly think he could want a thing like you?"
I grind my teeth together as tears unwillingly well in my eyes. It's true…true true true! The voice in my head sings, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from spilling out. "Y-you're…wrong." I grind out, trying to convince myself more than he.
His lips are at my ear, and I feel the pigmentless edges brush the cartilage. "Do you listen because you want to be the one writhing underneath him? Do you want to call out his name in ecstasy." His voice changes to a breathy high-pitched version of my own. "'Oh L, take me! Please, like that…oh…!'" My face flushes and I shake my head fervidly. He chuckles darkly and moves away from my quivering body.
"Please. Your jealousy runs off of you in waves." The moonlight that filters in through a misty window at the end of the hall catches on his smirk. "He'll always be mine."
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