It was a blue February night
When I first stumbled in your dream.
I felt awkward swaying to your song
As you pulled off my bruised wings.
You were as persuasive as Mephistopheles,
Digging your nail in the pit of my heart.
But I wanted you to plunge into my heart
Where you could hide your ethereal song,
So that I could become your dream
And would no longer need my wings
To soar into you every night,
Like a devious Mephistopheles.
I’ve been yearning to hear your song
Because it makes the blue night
Seem less long, as I dream
Of a raging Mephistopheles,
Who craves to clip my wings
And shatter my bloody heart.
Recently I feel that the night
Passes by slowly, as I lick my wings
Alone. Because Stupidbitch has now become your song.
I now invade you in your dream.
I’m like a horny Mephistopheles
Who wants to fuck your heart.
I know you feel invulnerable when you dream
Because it’s the only place where you can break my wings.
For I’ve got an asphalt heart
Gained from a previous lover with a tainted song
Who used to beat his pain into me every night
Until I began to perceive him as Mephistopheles.
Yes, I know that I’m your dream
But I’m afraid that you’ll want to chew my wings.
You love the taste of the jasmine night
Found within their enchanted song.
You need to run before your heart
Gets devoured by Mephistopheles.
I should’ve confessed in your dream that night
That your song cannot burn my wings
Because I am Mephistopheles ready to claw my way into your heart.
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