The Devil is in a rush,
to break even the happiest of souls.
And I know this because,
I too used to be a bright soul.
I fell in love with all of the faces I saw,
that now consumes my every thought.
I'm never left alone,
for the Devil never really leaves, does he?
While he didn't manage to take all of me,
is it better to suffer from the Devil's hands?
Because I still feel the fire that leaves his fingertips
all
over
me.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
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