And when his shadow turns into the devil

Grows horns And a forked tongue

Believe it

He will tell you it is a trick of the light

He will bet on you not noticing the fact there is not enough light to create shadows down here

He will bet on this fact because he is looking into your eyes

And you will be hypnotised

But try

Try and tear your gaze away

Because his shadow isnt lying

His face is

I know his eyes seem so pretty

And nothing that pretty has ever been dangerous

But I swear to you This moment is when you learn that the prettiest things hurt the most

Unless you walk away right now

Walk away right now

And when he leans in close

His breath a ghost against your ear And he whispers

‘Stay’

Dont listen
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