the devil promised me more

than anyone above

he looked so gorgeous

and if looks could kill

i would have entered his realm

he looked so gorgeous

that i could do nothing but listen

to his hopes, crushed in the palm of

one man’s hand

i leaned in, an ear brushing his lips

as he told me secrets sculpted 

intricately like the statues of him

that i now know do no real justice

he is fallen, this is true

but, i told him, “i am falling

for you”

i call him lucifer

because he is my angel

it is said he hunts down those who are

vulnerable, or disloyal, or unfaithful

but luck granted me no religion

that doesn’t make me opposed to a god

it simply allows for me to be madly in love

with a spirit misunderstood