Pretty little devils
Sing your songs of despair
With lingering lyrics that fill hearts with hope
And leave crying eyes dry
Waiting for their next high
Pretty little devils
Dance your dance of destruction
Across the hearts of men
Who carry words that hurt like swords
And leave bloody bodies in their wake
Pretty little devils
Paint your picture of hurt
While you rule this beautifully dark world
Polluting our land
And tinting our seas with ghastly colors
Pretty little devils
Live your short life
Killing all in your attempt to feel alive
Because loneliness and hurt
Is how we devils thrive
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Words of a Silent Soul - poetry
Thơ caPoetry - some old, some new, all original. Some of these can be depressing or triggering. I'm not a professional poet, and most of these poems are thought up on the spot without much planning. Therefore, there isn't a whole lot of structure. Sorry a...
