Dragged
the devil whispered
the name given
to me
so soft,
so deceiving
crawl to me Frank
beg for
my hand
don't you turn
your head
peak your ears
hear my plead
I will do you
no wrong,
I am your
noble steed
Frank,
dont quiver
keep my touch
still
turning my head
into an
unkown direction,
he grabs my soul
as if it were
so light
dragging
my feet,
mud leaking
to brain
dragged to the
dungeon of flames
do I have power
to change such a
chamber?
can I resist
such a whisper?
the flames tempt,
more than any
temptress
voice and grip
slip as I
turn my head
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