Dark Distraction
I bend my head and watch the waves
Turmoil that forms on a desolate day
Gentle eyes that spell d-e-c-e-i-t
Used as the instrument of my defeat
The dust in the corner of my vision
Delusional, I need more of your provision
The molten brown that pulls me in with warmth
Then turns to flames and watches me burn
Twist the dagger, close your mind
Shut the door, leave me behind
It's unlocked and my sanity starts to fray
Reaching until the demon pulls me away
He doesn't have horns or an evil grin
Yet he's the object of my unrepented sin
I gasp and choke as he steals my air
Somehow I want more and reality tears
At first I fight, I'm defiant and rebel
And as I stop, I wonder when I fell
The threads of life, dull and unwound
And now to a debonair demon I'm bound
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