Devil's Den
Water falls in form of rain, attempts to wash away the stain,
the mark of pain upon my face, the reminder of my own disgrace.
I walk in torment through the streets, hang down my head from those I meet,
my part I know I have to own, or never again may I go home,
my crime so cruel on my hands your blood, death took the place where you once stood,
not a death in body but death in soul, my deeds so harsh have took their toll,
I led you into a world of vice, where your innocence lost it's life.
I was the one who taught you well, and led you into the depths of hell,
sex and drugs and deals with men, I welcomed you into the Devil's den!
Now I watch your pale face, your body ruined in this trapped place,
I wish to God I had been more strong, I never meant to do you wrong.
I watch as you can not return and in this angst my guilt doth burn,
I must now confess I took thee in, and left you in the world of sin,
I went to the edge but you went over, and sleep the dreams of opium clover,
my attempts to save were oh so feeble, as you inject with dirty needle,
this is my shame, my guilt ridden song, I can not bring you back to where you once belonged,
so as I hang my head in shame, remembering the path from whence I came,
I think about our nights together, and will carry this guilt around forever!
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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