false reality
he touched me with his burning hands and he branded me with love for him
he kissed my closed eyes and he blinded them
he showered me with lust and taught me to believe it was admiration and love
I fell for the way he looked at me and the way he tasted
but my mouth was full of novacane and the only flavors I tasted were the ones he fed to me
if the devil only exists in my head then who was he?
and what did I do to be damned to hell?
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