I'm sorry,
could you understand?
I walk with the devil,
everyday,
hand in hand.
The brazen face of sorrow,
forced upon these mornings,
and tomorrow.
I'm sorry,
but would you understand?
to live through my life,
with a devil,
somehow forcing your hand,
struggling to breathe,
a lung full of sand.
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