A Night With The Devil
A devil in disguise
Appealing, but with a bitter taste
You feel his burn, but ignore it
Letting him fill you up until you can’t anymore
The world starts to spin and your vision begins to blur
You’re right where he wants you
He easily clouds your judgment
Your laughter fills the air and you start lose control of your body
He’s taken the lead, encouraging you to do things you wouldn’t normally do
As the night comes to a close, you find yourself praying to the porcelain god
You wake up the following morning and don’t recall any of the previous night’s events, but he’s left you a present in the form of a headache and hopes to see you again soon
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