𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙...𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡.
𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒.
𝐴𝑚 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠? 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒.
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑜𝑦.

A peculiar beauty is a beauty nonetheless as all life is and all life can be seen as peculiar.
Although may not be alive, it comes to life when held by the right person.
The craftmanship, the universal improbability constructed under a full Moon in the hour of Mars.
Holding its own personality misunderstood by many, it's like the devil...You have to know how to tame it.
I might have gotten to a point where the beast tames me.
Am I lost in the darkness?
I may be, but I have not enough.
What seemed evil at first now feeds my veins with joy.
I can not stop.