Tonight I danced with the
Devil in the pale moonlight
In a dress of raw emotions encrusted
With my tears
Gliding across the barren waste
Of my soul
in a macabre movement of death
Feeling a cold carbon
blade tracing across
My reflections
Opening up the emotional wounds
Of self infliction
Awakening the loathing.
Of this dreary life
The devil twirls me in a
Demonic dance of
Incestuous desires
The flames of guilty passion
scorching my being
Tonight I will die in the pale moonlight
we are
old souls are we not?
and if not for the sale of the soul
we would have only a penny for our thoughts
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot