The Enigma

A dusted cloud of painted riddles

This life has cleverly done

Murderous bones and outlined twists

My path has turned so wrong

A demon once surmissed

No comes calling back to me

Like the parent to the cub

My fury will be here for you to see

The enigma is now known

i am the demon, Satan’s Son born

Love is not my passion

Hate in burlesque fashion