dark poetry, mental illness, poem, poetry, suicidal ideations, suicidal thoughts, suicude

If You Meet the Devil at the Crossroads

Desperation aching 
 Sinful things calling
Sensual body shaking
Crossroads will be your falling
If you go to the crossroads
the devil will meet you there
Lose your lonesome wandering
the  payment won’t be fair
Make your choice my orphan child
the devil will take your fare
After all what do you have to lose?
All you have is what you wear
If you go to the lonesome crossroads
the devil will make your deal
You will reach your dreams
but nothing is for free 

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