The devil took control of your mind
The mixed signals blurred all the lines.
He became your pink soft lips
Spreading his evil into my mouth.
Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced
The flesh of my arms and face.
Still I stroked your horns tenderly
And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
The devil took control of your mind
The mixed signals blurred all the lines.
He became your pink soft lips
Spreading his evil into my mouth.
Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced
The flesh of my arms and face.
Still I stroked your horns tenderly
And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
