The devil holds you with love (original)

That's when your teeth chatter,
you've traded life's consuming fire,
traded it,
for something cold.
you've found a stable hand to grab,
but it's the devil's hand you hold.

The devil tells you,
work and trust,
don't you stop or you will bust.
But each step with him is nicotine,
an addictive slave's waltz wrapped in chains.

But you've a brood,
and a toiling love,
they free your mind and tie your hands.
They keep your peasants toil upon the land.

And all the while your loves and friends,
keep with the demon till their ends,
supporting each other through thick and thin,
never guessing their love's a web,
keeping them slave to the prince of dread.

And so we stand upon the mire,
separated,
cold,
and sinking.
Too bound by our love of love
to escape the thing
we gave our freedom to flee,
the all consuming oblivion fire.