You are the Devil that I couldn’t kill,

Perched on my shoulder and whispering your lies.

Dousing my tongue with your acids and pills,

Making us feel like we’re something divine.

If god were with us he’d cower in fear,

And if we were god then the world would decay.

Kissing me sweet, wiping away my tears,

Scheming on how everybody would pay.

You lit the match and then watched me catch flames,

I was the muse to your inferno on earth.

Playing with fate was all fun and games,

Till I burned out, put an end to your mirth.

Now who will you love when I’m a pile of ashes,

Who will you burn with your idea of love.

For no angel will ignore all those matches,

None except me who’s been bard from above.