The Devil is at work here.*

Working her hands through my head,
Feeding upon my dreams,
Drawing out my nightmares.

An angelic touch
Coupled with the demon's mind;
Your rotten core was my solace.
Your evil gave me comfort.

Even when it ends,
You'd bait me in,
Chew me,
Leave me to rot and die.

The very thoughts that haunt me
Gave me hope, to the times
Before the clipping of your wings.
Before your fall into oblivion.

I'd curse your every being,
But I crave that touch.
No other could manifest
A feeling so warm, so lovely.

I'd stay in your Circle of Hell,
To bathe in your chaos,
To be yours to destroy.

I'd sin for you all over again.