Hell fire and high heels – <br />Blue pills and backseats, <br />Needle points with track meet hearts, <br />Death rattles, and blood baths, amongst the dead heat. <br /> <br />Now I dance in the moon light, <br />Gold and good intentions pave my streets. <br />These words lost in notions of wrong and right, <br />A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet. <br /> <br />She is mental atrophy, emotional paralysis – <br />Love's sweet and unyielding cancer, <br />She is pandemonium at its worst, carnage at its best, <br />This woman is the devils dancer. <br /> <br />Now I dance in the moon light, <br />Gold and good intentions pave my streets. <br />These words lost in notions of wrong and right, <br />A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet. <br /> <br />I breathe her. <br />I need her! <br />I lust for her lies! <br /> <br />I thirst for her ways. <br />I crave her legs! <br />I'm fed by her sinful eyes! <br /> <br />I drink her dire secrets. <br />I'm nourished by her flaws! <br />Lost in the walls of her deceit. <br /> <br />It's sad, so sad when the demons creep. <br /> <br />Now I dance in the moon light, <br />Gold and good intentions pave my streets. <br />These words lost in notions of wrong and right, <br />A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet. <br /> <br />She is the catalyst of my demise – <br />The architect of my wayward prayers, <br />Jezebel seducing Samson, <br />The owner of all my lustful stares. <br /> <br />Now I dance in the moon light, <br />Gold and good intentions pave my streets. <br />These words lost in notions of wrong and right, <br />A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.<br /><br />Caleb Crow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-feel-your-heartbeat-but-i-can-feel-your-breaths/
