the makeshift lines
of the devil's eyes
are lurking in the room
lingering on my skin
I don't want to do this again.
the first time I met him
he looked as if he'd just left a meeting with grim
but he was mesmerizing
stuck in my head
I couldn't help but dream of seeing him again.
he saw me from afar
staring-this is how we became who we are
we met between earth and the underworld
though you wouldn't be able to tell the difference
I've seen both-the chaos has this kind of indifference
he looked into my eyes and saw innocence
the way he made my heart burn made it seem like it was his incense
but I love the pain
that's why I stay
it's meant to be this way.