A demon doesn’t kiss and tell.
He strips you off your flesh, your heart,
Breaks you down with sticks and stones,
Then puts back all that was torn apart
On your now shivering naked bones.
While your hollow eyes are wondering
For a chunk of what used to be your soul,
You scream in despair,
Trying to regret that kiss of death…
But all your lips can say is
‘I belong in hell!’
A demon doesn’t have to tell!