Dining With the Devil
cheers to us and this lie we live
as I sit down to dine with the devil and I cry in my food ,
over the withered web we weave together
of eternal darkness
closing in on me
and I cant speak
cause when I try
you take that right from me
so I just listen to your babble on about how big of a Bytch I am
and how you never do anything wrong
so I lift my glass to this disfuntion
cause being with you
is like
Dining with the devil
Copyright © Jessica Bowie | Year Posted 2010
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