Devils Hold On Me

Even a demon's hold around my waist would satisfy me.

For now, I truly feel as though angels have abandoned me.

The fires of Hell are my only warmth.

Looking back on it, that is the thought that frightens me.

A demon's claw ripping through my flesh, to me is better than nothing feeling my skin at all.

If he asks for my soul I would give it to him, simply because someone finally wants it.

All I want is to be held, tightly to a warm chest.

Even if it belongs to Satan himself.

Now the devil has a hold on me,

And I like it.

All I say to him is...

"Hold me tighter"