Satan Is A Lady
One eye on me, as he dazzles on the stage,An enigma that is hidden behind the light, silhouette of rhythm, swaying through my life, like a figment of imagination before my sight. His voice tells the story beyond the words sung, I can feel the pain embedded in the lyrics rolling off his tongue. Yet [...]
a poem.
a poem.
My head spins from the heady grape fresh on my tongue, I think back to that night in the room that was more a cave than a club. It was filled with voices louder than a hymn, And the light darker than sin. When I watched you glide through the crowd, Like a silhouette in [...]
a poem.
a poem.
a poem
