(Modified using decayingsoul's suggestion.)

Sweet little demon,
Remove your mask.
I. Want. To see the scarred,
Tissue.
Just relax.
You're in my arms,
Safe and sound,
Underground.
In hell we wait.
Together at last.
Until the sun sets,
And we break our fast.

It’s amazing,
Our lullabies.
Troublesome cords.
Lyrical pain.
So perfect at midnight’s bane.

This light,
The thing they call sunshine.
Is but a irritation.
Nothing we can’t overcome.

Sweet little demon.
 
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