I let my demons fallow never led <br />Don’t let your mind be what these demons feed <br />Looking back in retrospect <br />Seeing all the mistakes that I regret <br />Tasting a high that helps my mind to forget <br />The bar of soap can’t wash the hands free of sin <br />The mirror above the sink doesn’t show the reflection within <br />Her eyes filled with pain <br />I sympathize for her lushes lips in vain <br />Her hair flows all around with her thin eyebrows touching her bangs <br />The nape of her neck bleeds from the sinking fangs <br />Her tragedy filled with mocking comedies <br />Let them laugh, don’t let her fall <br />She waits for a hand to reach out and catch her falling soul <br />Pay the pipers toll <br />Maybe then she can redeem herself <br />Reestablish her health <br />The thin line she tip-toes between love and hate <br />Trip one time and cross the line and all is up for debate <br />This falling soul is tormented by the loneliness of the fall <br />She can’t feel the touch but can hear the call <br />Her heart has a sorrow filled tale to tell <br />Reach out to her falling soul don’t let all efforts fail <br />Hands taken away burned not by open flame, but hatred of hell <br />So this tale of horrific tragedy couldn’t be written <br />Yet it was and it is and will be until her soul is caught<br /><br />Vincent Dali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-712/
