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The man at the door…
Wants to buy your soul…
Says it’s worth double…
As it’s got a Black Hole…
Got a big Black Hole…
Deep down inside…
Been getting bigger…
Every time you lied…
Each time you lied…
The man here knew…
Made him smile…
As the Black Hole grew…
Growing bigger and bigger…
Swallowing up your heart…
Covering up the truth…
Shooting out a poison dart…
And that poison dart…
Hit the one you love…
Made him take flight…
Like an escaping Dove…
That escaping Dove…
Has broken your soul…
Now all that’s left…
Is this big Black Hole…
It’s your Black Hole…
That this man wants…
Killing time in the shadows…
As his memory haunts…
And that memory haunts…
Stalks your hurting head…
You made the choices…
Now you wish you were dead…
You wish you were dead…
Because the living is hell…
Now the time has come…
And your ready to sell…
Yes you’re ready to sell…
Detach that big Black Hole…
So just close your eyes…
And hand over your soul…
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©Eyewillnotcry1973
Inspired by the song : ”Black” by Pearl Jam
Oh PearlJam! It’s been too long……………..Eddie! Chees,H
Wow, that’s powerful! x
awesome poetry! I love it!
Didn’t that other Brit Walter Scott warn us about weaving wicked webs with deception?
Still good advice.
This scared me 😅 Love the form of repetition in this one! 💙