Dancing with the Devil

Dancing with the Devil

I stumbled into the dark. She whispered my name.
A laugh that echoed like a twisted flame.
Her eyes were hollow, her touch was cold,
but the devil’s dance was worth its toll.

Her lips were sweet with poison, a deadly kiss.
I couldn’t resist the thrill, the abyss.
We swirled together in a waltz so wild,
her laughter cracked, her innocence defiled.

Dancing with the devil, she pulls me in,
spinning ’round in circles, I can’t win.
The shadows play, the world’s in flames.
I’m tangled in her web, no one’s to blame.

She whispered lies, but I was too blind.
A perfect nightmare, a twisted find.
The dance grew faster, the walls closed in.
I knew this was hell, but I let it begin.

The floor beneath us cracked and split.
I fell deeper, couldn’t quit.
Her hands around my throat, her grip so tight,
but I couldn’t stop–it felt too right.

In the dance with the devil, I’m lost for good.
A sinner’s soul, misunderstood.
But the music’s still playing, and I won’t break.
The devil’s dance is mine to take.