My demon,
My demon,
How you have corrupted me!
And showing me everything we could never be.
Leaving me to question my morals,
My ideals,
My religion,
For the idea of love.
My demon,
My demon,
How you have played me!
Treating this as if it was a game.
Tugging my heart and leading me along.
I've done everything wrong and done my part.
My demon,
My demon,
How you have fooled me!
Making me believe all that was needed was time.
Making me think my soul was worth it.
I gave you all of me and received nothing from you.
My demon,
My demon,
Here I am left falling from promised land.
Led astray by your lies.
All for the idea of love.
As I crash down, you're nowhere to be found.
Lie here, broken, bitter, and crying.
No salvation in sight.
But you reached out your hand.
Leading me on again.
Plunging me further into jealously.
Still following without clear answers.
All for the idea of love.
The longer I follow.
The more I deteriorate from my beautiful, angelic state.
Leading me to question if it's worth it or not.
"Of course" I tell myself, knowing anything - or anyone worth it takes time.
Continuing on and on.
On and on.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection.
Noticing my physical state.
Trying to hard to improve my handsomeness.
Trying to look good for you.
Yet here I am,
Dark circles,
Caffeinated heart,
and shaky knees.
Staring into my own soulless eyes.
...what have I become? Did I do this, or you?
Degraded for this idea of love,
Bastardized for this idea of love,
Defiled by this idea of love.
Yet here I remain.
By your side.
Despite my new state.
An odd aura of comfort and pain.
Seemingly the only thing keeping me sane.