you have no horns and you don’t spit fire in anger
you don’t laugh watching my soul boiling in a pot
your motionless face is carved in time like the monument of darkness
the cold arms spread into galaxies on the hunt for the light
and so you put your mask on and invite me to dance
your smell casts a spell on my senses
your lips drink longing from the pulse on my temple
you knead my back like clay for a doll
I’m your puppet, I follow wherever you go
I can play these charades forever
guessing the moves from the pull on my shoulder
I give in, you’re the master, till the song is over
have my soul, do what you want
just make me fly, make me high.
my chakras illuminate the night like the stop lights
it’s a red, girl, it’s a red, don’t go there
but the mind is sipping cocktails in the land of oblivion
you’re the black hole I can’t stop falling into
lullabied by kizomba, my instincts go off
I’m trading joy for the illusion of love.
my heart opens like the damn Pandora’s box
you breathe in my insecurities with greed
my fears make you stronger
my tears make you fonder
oh no, wait! that’s yet another of your tricks.
behind your eyes full of tenderness
under the smirk of self-confidence
wrapped in the shining promise of passion
I find nothing
there’s nothing
only emptiness
and that’s what a true demon is—
indifference.