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my devil has blue perfect eyes hidden under a black hood and I can't even realize what's secret of that charming wood getting lost in this place once don't know how anyone got out but I feel like I'm real dunce because the way out creates doubt i like that feeling in the night my devil owns me again wraps his arms around and bite and his venom runs through vein and I never choose to fight with the dark charms of desire because I see how life is bright just in his face, that hot as fire and if I dared to get distracted on anything or anyone attention would have been attracted at his shadow, blinding like sun I'm not bleeding, death is long although I think I'd rather die my heart is pierced by a prong it makes remember devil mine