Devil’s night


Let’s all dream epiphanies.
Salt the ash or let it be.
Never seen reality.
Everyone is make-believe.


Live a life of tragedy.
There are no more sweet sixteen’s.
The party died with innocence.
Roll of the dice; head on a six pence.


In a dream reality,
Nothing is ever quite as it seems.
Take a life of fantasy.
We are all down to some degree.


Love is buried six feet deep.
Gone is the hope of sapling to tree.
Youth in a blender publicity.
Create your monsters on TV.


Black as night and twice as cold.
The Devil’s here to reap your souls.
Another night’s apocalypse.
The end is all that is on their lips.


In death we learn to let them go.
They’re buried deep in their hollow.
The risen haunt the streets once more.
The darkness has come to cleanse the pure.


A bitter taste of lovely love.
There is no place for a God above.
They took it with the lies they sold.
The blackest night to take a soul.


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