Her name is Lucybell,
The object of my Temptation.
Her hands are shackles that keep me in place.
Her arms, the chains that tell me not to astray.
Her ***** catacombs of happiness and sorrow,
Where from my elation and troubles i can burrow.
Her eyes, dangling prisons for my soul,
Where Angel winged daemons parade it,
For all of life's creations to observe it.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
Her name is Lucybell,
The object of my Temptation.
Her hands are shackles that keep me in place.
Her arms, the chains that tell me not to astray.
Her ***** catacombs of happiness and sorrow,
Where from my elation and troubles i can burrow.
Her eyes, dangling prisons for my soul,
Where Angel winged daemons parade it,
For all of life's creations to observe it.