Today I am wearing a white dress,
that’s as stainless as an innocent soul, 
while I walk into the room 
Where he waits.

His kisses taste of caramel, an escape and 
a prospect of heaven 
I close my eyes, so that I cannot see
the snake that’s wrapped around his arm 

Is it his voice or the serpents one,
that promises me Eden?
Whispering sweet sins into my ear.

He passes me a cup filled with an amber liquid,
and I empty it, to be filled by sudden knowledge,
but I ignore it and sink deeper,
into the abyss of his embrace.


When the smell of sulfur reaches my nose,
I stare into dark eyes, glowing like ember.
And when they turn white as he dies in my arms,
I realize that it has not been him who was evil.

The Snake crawls to me, 
its caress tender to my naked flesh,
revealing that in the end,
it has always been me, who was the demon,
bringing the angels to fall.