No-one ever told me that the Devil wore a grey cardigan,

and gave you chocolates.

No-one ever said that he would tell me that he loved me,

and softly stroke my hair.

 

No-one ever told me that the Demon listened to Beethoven,

and taught you diatonic scales.

No-one ever said that he lie me on a bed and pinch my 5-year-old nipple, and tell me not to make a sound,

while softly stroking my  hair.

 

No-one ever told me that Satan took you on picnics,

and fed you chips and bought you lemonade.

No-one ever said that he would gently roll me over, put his hand over my mouth,

and softly stroke my hair.

 

No-one ever told me that Lucifer would tell me that I was a good girl,

and take me to into his bedroom, and put his fingers in my arse.

No-one ever said that when he got hard he‘d swap fingers for his dick, then rape me,

while softly stroking my hair.

 

No-one ever told me that that the devil lived in the room next to mine,

and so each day I softly stepped down the hallway to Beelzebub’s door.

No-one ever said a thing when I screamed in pain, they just read Psalm 109:6 aloud,

As his semen spurted into my hair.

 

No-one ever told me that that they didn’t care,

or that the pain would be so impossible to bear.

I had such beautiful hair.

It‘s just not fair.