I walked beside him, holding his hand.
I kissed his lips, smiled as I looked into his eyes.
I laid next to him night after night,
and held him as he confessed his sins.
Once upon a time, I loved the devil.
I gave to him pieces of me
that I had never given to anyone.
I spoke freely of my desires,
those buried deep inside of me that festered
every-so-often, like a wound
that wished to be tended to.
But when you give your heart to the devil,
He will crush it with his clawed hands
and throw it at your face as you cry.
There's nothing you can say or do,
because the devil is what he is.
And he will eat you alive.
It was something that just came to me. So I wrote it.
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