It’s all good and fine—
I’m not in love anymore.
Let her see my dark side.
Let her see my evil,
all the things I’d never
show the world.
I’m not in love anymore.
I don’t need to be shy.
I’m unmasking myself now.
Look—
here!
Horns protruding.
I am the devil,
because I refuse
to be less,
I want more.
Don’t mind my wings;
they’re only ornaments,
nothing more.
Unbound, without mask,
I am the bane
of all existence.
No need to understand me.
I am the devil.
I am evil.
I am the enemy—
not an enemy,
but the enemy.
No need to be
taken aback;
it is all unwritten.
I’m not in love anymore,
so why be bashful,
why stay incognito?
It’s as if
you were never there.
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