I’m dating the Anti-Christ.
And all the girls are jealous of me!
My boyfriend is so famous-
Being the Son of Satan and everything.

He always makes sure my bruises are iced-
After pushing me to my knees.
But the ice he uses is frigid,
And love feels akin to suffering.

He made me cry the night he sliced
Our palms to “bind our destinies”,
And dried my tears with sweet French kisses
All while my vision was blurring.

Tonight I lie still, sacrificed,
Wrapped in silk, held by my adversary.
Love like ours is meant to be vicious,
Even if it costs me everything.