It’s a demon
It’s a devil
It’s a fallen angel
Begging me to fall
They will catch me if I trust them
Holding out their hand in innocent temptation
While their black wings they keep hidden
The price to pay, for such a decision
Their dark whispers are a gentle caress
Not like the bitter barbs, I know others endure
They are not the goblins sitting on shoulders
Flaying flesh from bone
They are a charming, secret visitor
Beckoning me, to accompany them home
Lulling, heated promises of it will be fun
Opening a portal of possibilities
No word if I will ever return
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