I woke in the arms of the devil
where I'd found some sort
of sick comfort in his presence.

The warmth of a fire
that had left scars
on my hands,
but I'd found some sort
of sick pleasure in the pain.

The question on your mind
is not so easily answered
for the question itself
is incorrect.

It's not how does one fall
in love with evil,
for evil wears a sharp disguise.

It's how does one stay
in love with evil
once the mask slips?