lostpoet

after a couple of bottles of wine
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i clumsily walk back to my hotel room
to scream at demons who brought me here

like some sort of playboy i am gilded with
a gold spoon, born in my mouth

but i feed myself.

my imagination runs wild
and i call for a couple of women!

the demons walk me through the night
like some sort of Jack the ripper
i tear out my heart looking for
a love that left me in a hurry

I feel it, feel it beat in my hands
the warm blood - steals me into the night
and soon i go cold
austere
and my demons
become afraid of my voice!

more wine i call out
and like cowardice peasants the
dark lord himself bows to my Godlike
presence
and soon i create and destroy
lovers and worlds galore
because here
I am
G-d