Deep
18/10/2026
P
Paul DavidsoniNovice Poet
The Devil Grip
The devil grips The mind slips In death i lay In guilt i pay Clouds are dark Those wolves and sharks With blood and teeth Holding a funeral heath Its grey and cold Stars start to fold I fall from grace Hate solid on my face Broken and ripped a part Stabbed now a bleeding heart my life is no good deed Love is the power i need
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