Devil's Eyes
Sharp, a knife approached on me.
Sharp was the edge to my heart had struck,
But I’m too tied to run away,
To survive I leave with luck.
Devil’s eyes and I am blind,
How insane I’m home with hell
To turn cheek from angels’ kind;
I left my brain to break the spell.
I know in me you’ll not see
A flower I could be when flowers show
Grace... grace... that’s not in me,
I can be a jester so you’ll know
Life is lighter if you will cheer,
I’ll make you smile, laugh to show I ‘m here.
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