Dancing with the Devil

The twisted branch that anchors my heart down is dying
Slowly, each second, it turns blacker, and starts to uproot itself.
Each damn second, of every god-forsaken day, it dies a little more.

My heart was once so whole,
until the devil paid me to dance for him.
That was quite a show.  

With blood gushing out of my every pore and my eyes black all over.
I thought I wasn't going to live again.

But the Devil, good old Satin, surely you know, he is my good friend.
With a sinister smile that could break me into two
he made me his follower.

I danced for him again and again, my feet knew the moves that my brain could not comprehend.

My back bowed in half and my head turned all around
so i could walk forward and see backward.

My nails were all black and blue
My thighs were ripped open and my breasts were too.

I danced and he laughed at the sight of me
Laughing and clapping, as giddy as the devil could be.

I wanted out but i think we all know that once you do the dance
you shall dance forever more.