I made a deal with the devil

that I’d stay away from him

so far he couldn’t find me

so I couldn’t hurt him, then.

he said I only remind him

of his wife that has long died

the one who ripped his heart out

his beloved, evil bride.

He said I look just like the bitch,

blood red lips and all,

we even share the same birthmark,

about the same feet tall.

Lucifer kept on sulking,

cried for his lack of heart,

he cried and cried for the pain she caused

that tore his life apart.

She always left him hanging,

never came home on time,

he said he saw the same hostility

in her eyes, he saw in mine.

So he told me to stay away,

to keep my distance for good,

and it was then I recieved my ticket

into the “better” neighborhood.

So now I sit in heaven,

to spare the devil pain,

but now it is I who is hurting,

for we will never meet again.