The Devil in Disguise

Smoke me,

and stub me out on the wood of your deck.

Touch me with your fingertips and kiss me on my neck

Steal the air from my lungs and take my beating heart.

Take my touch and my sweet kiss,

Just tear me all apart.

Let me lie on you and listen to your dreams.

Make me forget that the only liar here is you and so it seems.

I run my hands through your golden hair,

I rub my fingers down your spine,

Searching for the angel wings,

That I know must be there...

But It seems that your golden crown, while angelic,

Is nothing more than hair.

I stare into your eyes,

The colour not quite ocean blue,

But like the sky, deep and unfathomable,

Petrified, I don’t know what to do.

And I will never know the evil brewing within their depths.

Just please, please don’t take my heart as your pound of flesh.

Maybe I should have noticed when I felt protrusions from your skull,

But I didn’t think that the devil could be beautiful, no way, no way in hell.

Maybe I should have remembered that Lucifer himself,

Was once God’s favourite, and that the more beautiful something is,

The more you’ll see it in hell.