My frightened soul is the devil’s playground.
His bitter revenge hides amongst the scars of my heart.
He brings her to me like a temptation just out of reach.
My breath escapes like so many vanquished dreams.
Her brittle fingertips caress my naked dreams.
I am helpless to her touch.
Her breath like roses in spring has conquered my will.
But her brutal transformation is soon to come.
-Johnny V.
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