Strain my brain
Of pretty words for you
My dear I cant be near
Without falling into you

the large wooden door to my throneroom is tossed aside with a bang, an army of demons storming inside. i observe their gathered number calmly. i could **** each and every demon taking part in this revolt with ease. the problem is, i have no fight left in me. i've relapsed into my addiction to human blood, and i have no strength to cut off the rebellion. i'm exhausted, and i keep hearing my own words from that fateful night in the church so many years ago, knowing they could never become reality,

we deserve to be loved
i deserve to be loved
i just want to be loved

so, when the demon army orders me to step down from my throne, i agree. even if they sentenced me to death, i probably wouldn't fight it. yet, the demons are too afraid to attempt execution. instead, they allow me to return to my old profession as a crossroads demon. my work as a crossroads demon was the only thing i've ever felt truly confident in. i loved the job, and I was the best in the business. after all, i am king of the crossroads.

i created a visionary man
a man in my head
he is perfect,
just like how i want him to be.

i'm a selfish muggle
i wouldn't be any better.
because you're mine
every part of you every piece is meant to me mine.
your smile
your breath
your kiss
your hug
your laugh
your voice
your eyes that sparkle everytime you heard our song.

the things I love about you :
their is no number one, shh. i won't describe you, your mine.

I'll wait for the day
you greet me good morning.
For that is only when my sun will rise.
But for now darling,
I wish thee good night.
And just good night.
No goodbyes.

The next time you find me,
I hope by then you've already found yourself.

And I hope the next time you find me,
it is not the word "leave", I hear
but the word "live."

Cause I swear to God,
I'd leave everything if it means living
with you.

It takes good effort
not to call everybody
by your name.

I miss you
that much.
But I was just one of your games.

I couldn't sleep last night.
And while I was waiting for daylight,
I thought about how
heartbreaks are a pleasure for the heart breaker.

I guess the pleasure was never
in the heart breaking part.
The pleasure is in taking what you want
and leaving like nothing mattered.

I had 3 whiskeys
10 cheap domestics
Then saw her sitting there
She must've been in her fifties
Her ******* were big
Her legs long and smooth
Dark hair
Red lips
She sat at the bar
Gracefully
The way flowers dance
I thought
My god
So many men.
Loved,scarred
Left for dead
She had it all
She was woman
She was a beautiful painting
Of death
She looked over at me slowly
Staring straight into mine
Smiled
Then tossed her hair
Then looked away
My blood was burning
My god
So many men.