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Satan’s Bed

It’s not all been said, been said and done.I’ve never slept in Satan’s bed.Although, I must admit, still visits my place.Uninvited, as you know he don’t wait.Funny how he always seems to fit in.Funny how I always want to give in.Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays the same.Sometimes this special guest he don’t like to leave. Already

Aye Davanita

Awooha… Aye davanita. Awooha… Awooha… (x4)Jahooha… jahooha… (x29 total)Awooha… Aye davanita. Awooha… Awooha… (x4)

Nothingman

Once divided. Nothing left to subtract.Some words when spoken can’t be taken back.Walks on his own with thoughts he can’t help thinking.Future’s above, but in the past he’s slow and sinking.Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go. Nothingman… (x2)Isn’t it something, nothingman? She once believed in every story he had

Immortality

Vacate, is the word.Vengeance has no place so near to her.Cannot find the comfort in this world.Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?Vulnerable. Wisdom can’t adhere. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on but there’s a trapdoor in the sun.I’mmortality. As privileged as a whore.Victims in demand for public show.Swept out through

Better Man

Waiting, watching the clock. It’s four o’clock.It’s got to stop. Tell him. Take no more.She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over.Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she’s in love with him. Can’t find a better man.She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can’t

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