He´s a devil without horns. With a deep frown he twists his blue eyes around – magic – transferring me to someone who´s evil. I´m the lost soul who´s supposed to get saved by a tongue sharp as a carved sword, still burning after its time in the molten core. With a boyish-like smile he twists my world, begs it to become a mirror of disported lies, lost dreams and pure pain.
Can anyone save me?