The Devil's DealA Poem by mhylandsA mark to seal, the devil’s deal No longer feel, this isn’t real He planted the seed, I carry out
the deed Such a dreadful seed, but I need
to feed
Reaching out to maggot infested
hands Telling me it is better this way An acid rain falls around me Where can I see you once more
My hair stands on end, as I see
the bend Because I won’t mend, before the
end © 2014 mhylands |
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Added on September 8, 2014 Last Updated on September 8, 2014 |
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