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28 октября 2024 г., 17:36
my devil has blue perfect eyes
hidden under a black hood
and I can't even realize
what's secret of that charming wood
getting lost in this place once
don't know how anyone got out
but I feel like I'm real dunce
because the way out creates doubt
i like that feeling in the night
my devil owns me again
wraps his arms around and bite
and his venom runs through vein
and I never choose to fight
with the dark charms of desire
because I see how life is bright
just in his face, that hot as fire
and if I dared to get distracted
on anything or anyone
attention would have been attracted
at his shadow, blinding like sun
I'm not bleeding, death is long
although I think I'd rather die
my heart is pierced by a prong
it makes remember devil mine
