Mistress Of That Dark Lord

Do you see the devil sitting on my shoulder,

Do you wish we were a little older?

Why do you caress my flaws,

With your soft pure emotions?

Why?

Help me understand,

How are your emotions so unconditional?

Don’t you see,

That I’ve burnt my skin,

Dancing with the devil.

These scars were not my victory,

They were my submission to him.

How did you heal them?

I need to know.

How is your love so pure,

That is washed away the touch of my demons?

Tell me,

I need to know,

Is there something untold,

That only you somehow know.

Will this all be over soon?

Will I be able to breathe again?

Will I be free again?

I am the mistress of that dark lord,

How can you make me your princess?

Tell me,

I need to know,

Was all this a dream?

Or just a sad reality?

Maybe if I’m strong enough,

I will wake up,

Leaving my demons behind,

Maybe reality will be kind.

All I need to do,

Is wake up,

In your embrace,

Felling your figure tips on my face,

Then maybe it’ll all be okay.