I met a demon.
Someone who I was proud to call mine.
Then I met the Devil.
Thinking I couldn't fall in love anymore.
Then he calls my name, luring me in.
What am I supposed to do now?
Let it happen.
Even if nothing is happening.
Do I just sit and wait?
Then there she is, the voice of reason.
Whispering in my right ear.
Warning me of the dangers.
Now I'm standing on a road.
Looking far off in the distance, the road splits.
And there I can see I have a choice.
Listen to reason.
Or listen to my heart.
I'm walking forward, slowly.
Any decision now could fuck up the rest of my life.
My goals could be thrown away.
All to remember the feeling of being held.
I think I'm slowly going left.
Following the sweet calls of lust.
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