Unbound The Devil

Went the tint of the sun goes down
I free my hands I’ve been bound.

I feel the rise of a complete energy
turn up the volume of my sound.

My soul reverberates like a violin
when the Reaper creeps in my den.

Please me the sound is found
I see in your simple glib frown.

Devil jumped me a little bit I’m fine.
I drown wine down the vine him I find.

I watched myself burn alive tonight
to the simple doom of nights delight.

I won’t think my thoughts long now.
I found a beautiful light of your vow.

I think I’ve been dead my dear I appear
to be at the end of my time on this sphere.

But your hand I feel your love it shines
and makes uncertainties be defined.

Make me my dear I am lost without
your little devilish type of pouts.

Gone and I am lost I am dead lost
in the season of my loss is a frost.

Give me freedom my hands Reaper
and familiarize me with my healer.

4 Comments Add yours

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you Ma’am. I appreciate that.

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  1. “Poetry-Poetry-Poetry!” 🌹✍🏾🌹 ~Maxwanette A Poetess

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