Caught by Dark Sweet Love

My mask of sanity
Is slowly slipping away
Replaced by the quick melting
Of my remaining grasp on reality.
Is what I see the truth
Or do mine eyes decieve,
Does the devil stand before me
In the shell of a man I knew?

His wings, they drip sweet blood
His eyes could freeze a pheonix fire
But insanity holds quite tightly
To the warmth that was his touch,
The safety that was his arms.
The crimson way he whispers
Of the places that he knows,
And the love he'll gift to me,
Push forth, now, though sordid truth.

I thought it all a dream
An illusion set before me
But with reality at it's knees
Slipping swiftly
Like silk from long dried hands
I can not hope for sanity
To return and save me from this plight.

The devil stands before me
His costume cast away
Tiring of his facade,
Of his mockery of morality.
He dreams like no normal man,
But with great ardor unbound,
Of the things that love can grant us,
Of the wishes passion may bring to life.

Now, here I lay upon the floor
Naked to cold, dark marble,
To his desires realized,
Begging for clarity not granted.
The sun has set upon my pain,
And the stars cast bleary light
Upon the path that I have chosen
Winding down and around
To a reality darkly unreal,
A dream I could not dream,
A Passion I barely grasp
In a love I know so cruel.