I was the devil on the surface
She was the devil in details
I was the living fairy-tale,
She was the living book of horrors
She wore some glamourous fancy clothes
I wore a simple shirt and jeans,
We were so pretty-pretty close,
But not as pretty as it seemed.
I worshiped her in daily prayers,
Yet she was not so very fair.
I took away all her nightmares,
But she became a big nightmare.
I swore an oath till very grave,
Yet had to be the one to break it.
I always were the one to blame,
Even the times she was mistaken.
It seems, as if on purpose,
She was my long-lasting demise
I was the the devil on the surface,
She was the devil in disguise.
The two devils
© Copyright: Артемий Макаров, 2017
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