Allow me to look into the eyes of the devil
I send a prayer to God that I will only see fire in his eyes
and not love.

He may take many forms
The embodiment of beauty,
The disguise of a priest; the holy blessing.

Only let me not see love.

If life was black and white then explain to me, perfect stranger
Why I love the Devil
And why he loves me.
I am sure if the world was black and white then explain this grey area
between light and dark.

I have seen ghosts that haunt his house.

So shall I embrace the empty shadow of myself and
bathe in the supremity of darkness.

Or shall I dowse myself in holy water and
drag him, all guns blazing from the pit of hell he dug for himself.

Time stopped.

The artist in me just painted my wrists.

These memories I tried to burn from my brain by lighting
         cigarette by cigarette.
       Hoping that one day the smoke would cloud what memories remained of you.
         Memories of you and I
         Stuck in my brain
         Like stars stuck to the landscape of the sky.
         These memories that bring so much pain are the ones that not even the rain could wash away.
         Memories which sent warning signals to my nerve endings and set my body alight.
Memories which couldn't be eroded away, even with the strongest of acids.
These memories are positively stuck.

When I wake up from dreams of you
I begin my day with thoughts of you
All these tragic memories that haunt me day by day
Sending shivers up my spine.

Not just memories of you
But memories of me
My little reminders of the many pains of life

The only thing that could hurt me more than you
Is the pain of the memories of who I once was
The things I once did
And the person I will never be.