Glisten red lips, that devious smile, still flashes like spark in my memory.

Was it my dream, did I catch you smiling on her pyre; i think I did see that wily glee.

You were sad, I know you were sad, I saw those tears which you kept sweeping of that cheek.

Or were you happy for she was gone, yes she was gone and u were set free

Prisoner of my mind, I know I am, at times like these I realize, it does make me feel silly.    

But who caught your smile, was it me, or my fiend, or did the two devils smile

So why did I just see you, was the other one me