second comin

they say the devil’s still fumin
pacin in circles
where my boots left scorch marks on his floor
still smellin my scent
on his throne
still tastin me
on the lips of things
he thought belonged to him

I’ve been gone a minute
runnin my fingers over this soft world
breathin in air that doesn’t burn
tryin to remember
what got me kicked out in the first place
every temptation here wears perfume
and asks me to stay
but none of them bite like hell did

I miss the scorch
the claws
the way sin wrapped round me
like a lover who knew what they wanted
I miss the moans
that sounded like worship
miss the rage
miss the recognition

b/c here
no one knows the things I’ve done
they just see the smile
but overlook the sulfur
they don’t flinch when I pass
don’t bow when I speak
don’t taste the damnation
still hummin in my veins

I’ve been good
if you can call it that
keepin my hands clean

but they twitch
reachin for more
they ache for the weight
of somethin real
somethin wrong

the devil won’t admit it
but he’s lonely
he misses me too
misses the chaos
I carved into his kingdom
misses the way
I challenged his rule
with nothin but a smirk
and a mouthful of fuck yours

so yeah…
I’m comin back
not to kneel
not to beg
but to finish what I started
I’ve bled for that throne
earned my name in fire and ash
and next time I sit on it
he won’t have the balls
to pull me off