by: Sarah
I fell in love with the devil himself…
After dancing with every demon there was;
he waltzed me off my feet into flames I couldn’t escape…
As hard as it was to grip what little reality or sanity was there, I couldn’t…
I craved the fire he brought with his madness.
He burned me forever.
For that reason I wanted to die.
As much as I would like to put blame on him I could have helped myself;
I can’t hold him fully responsible.
We are both to blame in love and hates foolish game.