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If you're a celebrity
For medications come to me
I have them all, come see, come see
I'm the devil in disguise

I sign prescriptions by the score
If you run out, I'll give you more
I'll bring your pills right to your door
I'm the devil in disguise

Dr. Robert, Feelgood too
Names I'm sure are known to you
If you're in need call you know who
I'm the devil in disguise

Uppers, Downers, oxy's....well
Imagine what is down in hell
I'll keep your secret, I won't tell
I'm the devil in disguise

Elvis called, and MJ too
They both liked pills in shades of blue
No one else does what I do
I'm the devil in disguise

It's up to you, which choice you make
I fulfill, and you....you take
I'm here all night, don't need a break
I'm the devil in disguise

If you're in need, well...I'll be there
You pay for service, and I care
I've got lots, and lots to share
I'm the devil in disguise

If you're mute, and lost your voice
You know I'm your only choice
I'll be right round in my Rolls Royce
I'm the devil in disguise

You'll end up dead, but I'll keep kicking
With pills and needles, stars keep sticking
I'm the doctor all the stars are picking
I'm the devil in disguise

I am the devil, that is true
I am around, that's not new
I'm known to them, but not to you
I'm their doctor...till they die.
Holy water cannot help me now
I've come to burn your kingdom down
No rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm going to raise the stakes,
I'm going to smoke you out

I'll wash away all the attachment
And I'll annihilate my emotions
I won't look back even for an instant
I no longer owe you my devotion

You see I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done
There are seven devils all around me
There are seven devils in my heart

I've felt the burning in my soul
And the pain you've caused has taken a toll
My heart has a gaping hole
Where my emotions used to be

There are seven devils all around me
There are seven devils in my heart
I've been dead since that dreary morning
I was dead before I picked up that gun
Based on Florence + The Machine's song seven devils
when your temper begins to flare
a sure sign the devils there
trying to get you in his trap
tormenting you so you will snap
so he can have his wicked way
and with your mind he will play
he will use his evil spell
and drag you to his burning hell
so when your temper begins to flare
just beware the devils there
If One
were to
adhere to
Spirit of the Law
rather than
Letter of the Law,
then,
the Devil
would be
within One's self
rather than
in the Words
set forth
with spite
and catalyzed
by fear.

But, then,
we each
would need
to take on
dreaded
responsibility
for our own
personal
philosophies
and actions.

Oh, woe!
The Devil's Grip is like your bed when you wake up in the morning..
It feels rather comfortable and you could stay there forever,
but you know that at some point in the very near future, you must get out.
A grapple at the Gates of Hell
You've got nothin' but your soul to sell
You've made a deal with the Devil
Now you're goin' to Hell

You said I was your angel
It was all a facade
Now say your prayers
And beg your God

You're a Devil worshiper
You give me all of your praise
You're a Child of Sin
And you're caught in a daze

Eyes set to ****
And a mouth that bites
Honey, I'm not here
to start any fights

You said I was your Angel
It was all a facade
Now say your prayers
And beg your God

No where to run...
Except into my arms...
The life..
You knew...
Is done...
I am a writer.
I will write you letters and letters
on how much you were so selfless
saving me while you were
trying to save yourself.

I will write poems about
your eyes and how they look
into my soul and you know that
I’m dying inside so you flash
one of your smiles to say you
understand and it melts all
the pain away.

I will write short stories
about how I was drowning
in the ocean and when I
almost hit rock bottom
you saved me.
You saved me.

I will write and write
until you know that I am saved, all
because of you, and it is time for me
to save *you.
 Mar 2014 No This is Patrick
Rin
I felt a butterfly
flutter ever so slightly
that's why I was led
to tell a lie
because if you ask
for the truth
I'm sorry to say
though my heart skipped a beat
my eyes
were wide open.
I kissed a boy with a fever in hopes that he would burn through my thoughts,
but the flame did not fill the gap between my ribs.
I kissed him, lips chapped, bleeding after.
I kissed a boy hard, to make something there that was not.
The look upon his face was full of adoration until he saw my face,
And for a second he looked into my eyes and I was worried he would see what no one else knew.
But he did not, he only smiled as I walked away, like he was content,
But I was not.
But loneliness burns hotter and meaner than fire.
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