The devil again seduced her to a date,
asked to set free with him,what she'd abate
set ablaze by the madness in his eyes
she accepted ,but,that was no new surprise
this wasn't the first,but one of the many
again he would deliver her spirit,like no any
drinking from his thoughts,she sipped mystic wine
as he talked of "forbidden, impossible & divine"
He said The fences of her imagination
are the bounds to her powerful creation
mediocrity's vicious pattern and routine,
had enough killed stimulation umpteen
he walked her through her dreams and beyond
and said "your belief is your spell and your wand"
wings of vision are everyday spliced dry,
because fear of unknown wont let them fly
what prevents a rebellion in her was just
for safety, shelter & comfort,her lust
"if only you could put sometimes your angels to sleep
would I come more often,to nudge you deep
on face,emotions you might fear and hate
but in secret,you do romance the inappropriate
and we'll talk of gods, religions and blood too well
Goodbye for now, but wait for my letters from hell"
and as I opened my lashes to enter the land above
Reincarnated as,with my demons,i was in love
