"Devil To Torture"

He will talk to you as you walk by,

Afterwards, you smile and sigh.

It’s like a self-infliction,

Because of your sinful addiction.

Your new heaven is known as hell,

You’ve built a new protective shell.

What is wrong feels almost right,

Until with your angels you start to fight.

You start to lose the person you are,

Cutting yourself and leaving a scar.

He’ll flirt with you more times than many,

You wonder if he meant any.

You stopped and now you don’t pray,

Because you talk to the devil every day.

He loves someone else, like he should,

So you hide your feelings and hide them good.

You start to talk to yourself for quite long,

Until that talk turns to a heartbroken song.

He hears our song, and wonders why

And then by the Devil you slowly die…