The Devil's Toy

It's lying right there
On the table
No one's around
No one's guarding
I have their trust

My breath stills
My heart beats faster
My blood boils;
Pounds in my ears
It is mine again

I pick up the toy
The Devil smiles
He promises love and relief
He says everything will be alright
He says it won't hurt

My steel blade draws a picture
A beautiful crimson, red rose
Its life is so visible
It flows down the canvas
Where did this blood come from?

The Devil holds me close
He wipes away my tears
He hardens my eyes
I am strong; I am in control
I look down at my blade