I call him Loukie
The one that owns me
Once he was the masters favourite his tricture his one and only with him I never felt lonley
But he trick his master the lies he told me
No the maser is puppet with six strings of six inche hooked in his weak skin guess you can't trust a demon that creates sin
From your pain
His the one in the conversation when we socialise his the one who smiles when you spread your leggs open cuz like me your broken so you do cheap love but its hopeless...