The Demon.
A dance with a demon.
A walk down the street.
You hold my hand,
as I quietly weep.
You say my soul is for you to forever keep.
Why can't you leave me be?
Why must you steal every last piece of me?
I hate you,ya know?
You only ever hurt me.
Is this how it will always be?
One little mistake brought me into this.
Stuck in this addiction.
Forever I will be your fixation.
All this because I danced with a demon...
And I let him take me for a walk down THIS street...
Now forevermore I will weep.
My soul, ever after, Always His to keep.
Copyright © Mary Toungett | Year Posted 2010
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