Weed

the green clutches of the demon

dressed in gold purple and red

she looks me in the eye and invites me in

i take her hand and lay in her bed

 

“you can have none other” she whispers

as she blows away my friends

and i listen, how i listen

to those sweet seductive lips

 

but the day has come

where i take a knife to her heart

the pitch black screams

are drowned by my soul

 

and tomorrow is bright

the clouds part

and the hawk soars

never to meet again with the taker of dreams

 

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