The Deal She Signed
A diaster that fell through the cracks
A mystery of lies
He wishes he was one of her facts
But when you take a beauty that doesn't look
A change in the wind will be the fall
There's a dialtone
She's too dead to take his call
When he looks foward the future is sepia toned
She gave his life the color she now lacks in her cheeks
Yet denial phoned
That was the call that was taken
A heart that refuses to believe its breaking
All those smiles she was faking
Fragments of his soul sits gray in the ashtray
The ice in his eyes liquify
She vowed her soul to a hellbent guy before his eyes
He jumped up to say "she might as well die"
But he would never want to make her cry
Golden rings lock in
She signs her soul over
So that she could spare her lover's life
Because that's what Lucifer told her
If he knew he'd rather be six feet under
Than to have been saved at the cost of Lucifer being by her side
Copyright © Justine Cole | Year Posted 2010
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