You tease me softly as not to please
my mind it melts from extruding ******
A torture chamber in my brain
your words to me leave ***** stain
From your mind I can't abstain
my darkened soul has yet to Drain
A dismal fate that love ignores
impossible grace, from ***** chores
The one you seek is spoken for
she points a finger, theirs the door
You return in the dead of night
you know you shouldn't, your mind you fight
Broken vows are not a choice
you refrain from evil voice
You slip back into your deep dark past
stepping over your heart, it's beat it's last...
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
You tease me softly as not to please
my mind it melts from extruding ******
A torture chamber in my brain
your words to me leave ***** stain
From your mind I can't abstain
my darkened soul has yet to Drain
A dismal fate that love ignores
impossible grace, from ***** chores
The one you seek is spoken for
she points a finger, theirs the door
You return in the dead of night
you know you shouldn't, your mind you fight
Broken vows are not a choice
you refrain from evil voice
You slip back into your deep dark past
stepping over your heart, it's beat it's last...
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