the devil wears loose skin and drinks green tea
plain, just like she hates it
the devil spends long nights researching
she asks me to cry so she can sleep
and she doesn't like my clothes
the devil spends her spare time in the bathroom
she scrubs her body down to size
and stands between me and the mirror
the devil is more afraid than you realise
she wants to be loved, to be desirable
she attempts to murder me in her fervour
i will never forgive her
and i will always want her
the devil wears black and white,
blurring the lines between good and evil.
muddling together into shades of grey.
moral ambiguity dulling our world
into slurred monochrome,
like half-melted snow
collecting at the edge of the road,
stained by snowplows
and the grime of everyday life.
the devil is playing a role
and it's one he fulfills with pride,
but when he hangs up his horns at night,
his virtues are allowed to shine.
the light that he's forced to hide
in his working hours.
the devil wears black and white,
depending on the time of day.
he's forced to put up a facade,
awaiting the moment where he can shed
his checkerboard personality
for his true shade
Satan takes my hands
And leads me in a waltz
Pulls in me in and whispers
In my ear all my faults
I am wearing gloves
To cover up my sin
A step one two we twirl around
No contact between skin
The Devil wears glasses and a hat
I can't clearly see his face
But to be fair, mine isn't clear
We both part without a trace
The Devil wears a friendly smile, and gloats over your gullibility.
H walks in daylight like ordinary people,
sizing up who he will take next.
Matters not your wealth,
The friends you have,
the work you do.
His job ... recruit minions for his domain.
To keep the fires burning,
as you sweat, toil, scream.
And you will scream.
It's in the contract you never signed.
Curl up to sleep on a dinner plate
Awaken feet first in a behemoths belly
That shadow comes alive again
Taking the shapeless form
Of some towering monstrosity
A sore festering in a nightmares
Black mass of teeth that knows
Nothing but pain and meat
An ugly spider in the corner
For whom life is a waiting game
Trapped in an iron lung
Lies nothing but a severed head
That must be content to stare
Wide eyed at the ceiling
Till morning feels like coming home
To save the leftovers
For another nightly feast
I see demons every day roaming
stench of ego fogs the school halls
beady eyes watching you, waiting for you to trip
Others have long hands waiting to grab you
The dangerous ones look human and sweet, for the untold black hole that is in their souls awaits, sometimes it appear in their eyes or smile.
I've dealt with those at a young age, not knowing who they really were.
I was scared of being alone so I stayed...longer than I should have.
Fresh air filled my lungs as I basket in the sun holding the hand of my future ride or die best friend, I saved her from my past demons. though she doesn't remember.
The Devil Wears Us Well
The Devil wears
Good and Evil
and wears it
All too well.
Cuts a sexy
a cute lil
Broached in a
pair of lying
beguile in their
to the nine:
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This devil wears your tears
This devil becomes your fears
And this devil is your home
And this devil is your comb
This devil wears your skin
This devil lives within
And this devil will take
And this devil will shake
This devil is known
This devil is your own
And this devil wears the scars
And this devil behind iris bars
This devil is in me and you
This devil is a real Deja Vu