Your Fault, Satan

by AcidQuicksilver   Jul 10, 2008


This silence attacks my ears
But soothes my soul
I miss not being afraid of the dark
Because I was made of it
Misery ridden
Beautiful temptation
Irresistable blade calling me
Need to feel pain
Thousands of tears
Released at the expense
Of a vow long broken
Wishing the darkness would take me
And bury me under the snow of my sins

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    Beautifully ironic title. It certainly shakes the reader into taking the mundane that much less literally. Well done.