From a Look
Damn you for the thoughts, for the voice inside my head,For the demon on my shoulder chaining angels to the bed,
Your eyes are sin incarnate, bringing life to what was dead,
And your glances in the passing saying words still left unsaid.
Darkness so alluring, calling saints forth from the grave,
Offering a solemn tiding, satisfying all I crave.
Drowning deep in indecision from the silence that you gave,
Unknowingly you beckon me to be temptation's slave.
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