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by Jorge Mar 19, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
She Was the Devil 10/06/07 Lips of red and cyan eyes Must be heaven yet I'm imprisoned Where are your hands? Which play with my body and mind? And the day goes by As I long for your warmth But you walk away You are the devil that dances with me. I can't fight you Just surrender myself to you And yet my heart Keeps dancing with you. Where is my heart Where do you keep it? No answer slips out of you As your tongue inside my mouth. And you leave me here to die As you vanish away Whispering songs of perversion Loved you my angel... my devil. Azrael