The Kid

I gave birth to a demon
His father is Satan
The horns and red tail
Made it so perfectly blatant

He threw up my dessert 
All eighteen flavours!
He dranks the blood of the car
And possessed half the neighbours

He only speaks in Latin
And watches violent porn
For Christmas he made me
A crown made of thorns

He can't handle happiness
But thinks corpses are cuddly
The creepy little bugger
Won't even say that he loves me

Yes after all the horrors
That's what the worst part is
Never have a one night stand
​With the Prince of Darkness