Burning desire

I looked into his eyes,

With a distorted sense of reality,

His innocent eyes,

Gazed back into my soul,

As if burning away my sins,

His eyes glimmered off hope,

So I had to ask,

"Am I now worthy of salvation?"

He smiled,

And laughed and laughed and laughed,

At my naivety perhaps,

I will never know,

He stroked my face,

With his beautiful hand,

And whispered,

In the most wonderful voice,

"There's no such thing as salvation."

How dare he say that,

How preposterous,

How blasphemous,

I looked into his eyes,

Again,

With fervour and disbelief,

I had to ask,

"What makes you say that?"

He leaned forward,

Until his magnificent lips touched mine,

And there was my answer,

Looking at me all this while,

With his enchanting eyes,

As he told me,

"Because I am a demon,

And I just killed your god."