You say the devil

isn't real.

It's all a matter

of appeal.



What appeals

to our senses.

What we chose

to believe.



See his horns

and his tail..

just a myth

if you will.



The fire that

surrounds him,

just a reflection

of his kill.



The devil,

he whispers

he is sneaky

and quaint.



He dresses his

words in

sweet harmonies

that we all can relate.



He persuades you

with temptation,

he wants to see

you squirm.



And so he will

build you up

just to watch

you fall.



Taking a dagger to your heart.



The devil lives in

each and every mind.

Spreading his wealth

to all mankind.



And in your eyes

I see his flames.

I wonder if you'll

ever return again.



But I see right through you.

When your heart is on fire.

Because mine is made of ice.

The strongest of desire.