Friday, April 15, 2005

Delectable Devil

Sipping on cherry soda
And toast
The whispers in the air
A monument for you
Statuesque, blending into a white wall
With your minions at your feet

All fall down and scream and writhe
This is when I run, I hide
But there is nothing that keeps you from me
And there is nothing to stop you
From reaching out and wrenching out
The delectable devil inside.


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