A Thing For Demons

“Oh Child of Evil
Behold Spawn of Death;
Shed my blood
And take my breath…”

Here I call unto the beast
To whom my heart lay captive
Come to me, scum of the earth
Thy hopeless, wretched fugitive

Why have you chosen me
To torment and to plague?
Why play with my emotions
Whilst your intentions vague?

Dare me not to question thee
Fruit so sweet, ‘tis forbidden
Pleasure me not with fleeting passion
For I know this is not real heaven

Discern beneath the cursed exterior
Lies the golden heart of angels,
But know I too must be careful
Lest you send me burning in hell!

Long as I rest in trembling arms
And my feet rely on wavering ground;
‘Tis not desire, but a need to trust
Hope against hope, be not glory bound

Dark eyes roll to the back of thine head
Indignant face contorts, hands turned fists,
But smiles to me, enough eternity
Thy façade I cannot afford to miss

Forever as we keep disobeying the world
Heed not false promises of dying kingdoms,
Will thee swear to all, both tarnished and true
Evermore;
To love me, who hath a thing for demons?