Four years ago, I started a

committed relationship with

Satan.
He'd pick me up from school and

show me how great life

wasn't.
We walked down the halls hand

in hand while I fell into

his group of comrades.
His horrible associates became my

chains as I fell deeper and

deeper into unlove.
They screamed out how they loved

me while in private they

ripped out all of my vital organs.
I was bruised, I was dying, and

all I could do was fear the day

that good ol' Say would leave.
Because ultimately, when you fool

around with the devil, you don't

know it's him until you're free.