lucifer, not god, the gracious oneA Poem by hanzabonanzaI have sold my soul for the price of a drink to dance with the devil he is an unforgiving man usually not taking fools I am his exception and along with my soul he has plucked out my eyes to keep as his own I no longer need to see my empty form he has now possessed and to add to his pile he has claimed my hands twisted off from my wrists no more sweet music I'll make or skin to touch yet despite what I've become I still surrender to him leaving my past behind I still long for his hot-lipped burn and cool ice blue gaze I love his cruelty because I feel that's all I deserve his fury is my release his loving hatred intoxicating most of all I want to be consumed by his fiery inferno and never return he is sitting now in the corner of the room watching me licking my blood off his hands like a cat delicious sin he says to me eyes twinkling don’t you want a try? © 2012 hanzabonanza |
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Added on June 23, 2012 Last Updated on June 23, 2012 AuthorhanzabonanzaUnited KingdomAboutExcitable. Insane. Generally someone you want to avoid. Easily distracted by a cumulus nimbus. more..Writing
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