A Night With The Devil

A devil in disguise

Appealing, but with a bitter taste

                                                                You feel his burn, but ignore it                          

Letting him fill you up until you can’t anymore

The world starts to spin and your vision begins to blur

You’re right where he wants you

He easily clouds your judgment

Your laughter fills the air and you start lose control of your body

He’s taken the lead, encouraging you to do things you wouldn’t normally do

As the night comes to a close, you find yourself praying to the porcelain god

You wake up the following morning and don’t recall any of the previous night’s events, but he’s left you a present in the form of a headache and hopes to see you again soon


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