dancing with the devil
I've made love to sweet Lilith fair,
And danced to a zombies trance.
Run my fingers through Lucifers hair,
And broken his deadly advance.
I'm still alive, yet somehow I am dead,
Awake, yet completely I'm sound asleep.
I scream for help, but feel nothing but dread,
Now begnning to whimper and weep.
The hotter the fire, the greater the lust,
I break away and think that I am free.
But slowly I am turrning to dust,
The payment on which we agreed.
The quiet is shattered by my sceam
I gasp for air and clutch at my throat.
No this is no some childish dream,
Satan stands with that terrible note.
He looks at me as if I'm a chiild,
And laughs as I try to bargain.
I've been put away locked and filed,
I'm now just part of his garden.
2007-12-13
09:20:35
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