Oct.03

Dance with the Devil

Dance with the Devil

Am having a misconstrued view
From the shuttered mirror reflecting my hues
My bitter sweet, sour, soul bleeds
As pain and pleasure engulf my needs
My life’s in a swivel
A slow dance with the devil

My mind is a cluster of free will and rules
Pieces of the devil’s pie I nibble
Suffocate my air bubble
My brain rumble
My body tremble
Am calling upon my soul to be humble.

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