The DevilA Poem by NatashaThe devil sits with me and waits He too sees the nightmare in front of my eyes I, don’t want to admit it But, that is why he is here To shove me off the cliff For, I should have known Faulting and not realizing I too am wearing the dark cloak The third eye wanders and becomes Apparently, apparent but I don’t want it I don’t want it My rough hands slip through the silk I can’t hold on any longer Why must I try? The illusions ahead are the same Why must I admit? This failure is a cover-up The devil likes to see me tick But at least he is honest © 2014 NatashaReviews
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StatsAuthorNatashaMNAboutWelcome to my poetry page filled with an abundance and wide range of topics. Hope you enjoy! The only thing you should know about me is that my favorite band is Tool. more..Writing
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