..and the Devil asked me to dance. His seductive voice caressed my ears, lured me with words so pure my soul could have melted... But I had to decline; I never found him to be that great a dancer...
I am often tempted... To let go, to take the leap of faith. To give in to the darkness... Sometimes it feels like I already have and it's on these nights that the moon seems the brightest, that the thirst boils, that the hunger tears and the craving makes every part of me ache. Wanting so bad to part of you, a longing that nomatter how bad it gets, I always revel in... The songs, that these nights make for, are the sound of fantasies and nightmares, the anthem of my soul...
So... Care to dance with me...? I might not be the Devil, but I can hold my own...
I am often tempted... To let go, to take the leap of faith. To give in to the darkness... Sometimes it feels like I already have and it's on these nights that the moon seems the brightest, that the thirst boils, that the hunger tears and the craving makes every part of me ache. Wanting so bad to part of you, a longing that nomatter how bad it gets, I always revel in... The songs, that these nights make for, are the sound of fantasies and nightmares, the anthem of my soul...
So... Care to dance with me...? I might not be the Devil, but I can hold my own...