What am I to say?
Death seems so becoming
Shall I allow another heart to perish?
Invite another moment of destiny’s hell?
Torture comes in various ways
Even disguises itself with illusion…love and happy
Sometimes, even the pill of truth
Doesn’t taste as bitter as love, after it is gone
Watching my shadow watch me
Asking, “Will you build another castle in the sand”?
To watch as the tide turns to blood
Only to wash it away?
Into the Abyss, where misery dances with tomorrow
The front man smiles, charms, enchants with romance
For even there, the devil may care
That he is lonely.
Dennis
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