The Devil's Call
March 23, 2013
Blackened spoons
Crimson tears
hiding in the cold embrace
from my too many fears
Fine white powder
Bruised black tracks
making up in pain
what in love I lack
Cold dark nights
Patient groping hands
dying in their arms
some forgotten promised land
God's grave smile
Through roaring red flames
try in vain to hold yourself back
as the devil calls your name
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