Trouble in a suitjacket,
Tailored as his words were
When he cornered me
That night.
And here I thought
Horoscopes
Were all but *******
Yet I met him
Exactly where
That ******* article
Said I would.
I started to pray.
He started to prey.
Darkness in his eyes,
Danger on his lips,
Destruction in his mind.
Hell's very finest,
Promising to overthrow
My sworn solitude for
This new year.
Come Friday night,
We step beneath
The world,
Into romance infernal,
As my resolve
Goes up
In flames.
Father,
Forgive me now.
For I know
That I will sin.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Trouble in a suitjacket,
Tailored as his words were
When he cornered me
That night.
And here I thought
Horoscopes
Were all but *******
Yet I met him
Exactly where
That ******* article
Said I would.
I started to pray.
He started to prey.
Darkness in his eyes,
Danger on his lips,
Destruction in his mind.
Hell's very finest,
Promising to overthrow
My sworn solitude for
This new year.
Come Friday night,
We step beneath
The world,
Into romance infernal,
As my resolve
Goes up
In flames.
Father,
Forgive me now.
For I know
That I will sin.
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