Perfume

Sadness throughout the land

One man can save all the dead souls

He comes in the night, all in black

An artist of many trades

Strong in heart

He comes in the night, and repetition of glory

An artist of many thoughts

Sadness will come in death valley

Across the sea

All who float

Are dead at his feet

He will come to save us

My Lord

He will show no mercy

My Lord

He will come to save us all

The Devil himself

The Angel himself

It is such a beautiful day

Drinks are offered

On the beach

Walk the dog

Never be raped

Read a book

I will suck

Your Blood until you are dry

Take the goodness

I will kill myself

Goodnight forever

I am dying

Over and over

I am slowly dying

Inside

I am rotting away

The drugs

The perfume

The hell they have given me

© 1996 David Greg Harth

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