I have felt its deadly kiss,
its grip seductive on my throat
Heat rising in my blood.
Danger creeping up my form,
no warning, never able
His attack is far too soon.
Fire and ferocious, he grows,
roars and snarls, demands to be heard
All thoughts of reason stolen.
Parting ways with all calm,
he chooses the violence of hate
Opens the doors to his demons,
and sends you to Lucifer's Gate.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
I have felt its deadly kiss,
its grip seductive on my throat
Heat rising in my blood.
Danger creeping up my form,
no warning, never able
His attack is far too soon.
Fire and ferocious, he grows,
roars and snarls, demands to be heard
All thoughts of reason stolen.
Parting ways with all calm,
he chooses the violence of hate
Opens the doors to his demons,
and sends you to Lucifer's Gate.
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