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Sin City Savior
Haven’t picked up a pen for months so let me repent, met the angel of death, seemed heaven sent.
Bright brown eyes showed me her soul, light at the end of the tunnel like an eclipse, black hole
Her curves speaking to me like sign language, translated through her eyes, pure anguish
Down the lonely road of poor choices we’re all numb to the sounds of truthful voices
Bury our truth with the nearest vice, they say misery loves company but only for the right price
“Hey Baby, you lookin for love?” Yeah, but the kind of me is uncharacteristic of…
Pick your squalor under these Vegas lights, any escape will do, just trying to wrong my rights
Dodging reality with every bite, no hickies on my neck girl, still got a few nights
Buried in the drunkenness of a sober mind, praying to the devil, this woman’s so damn fine
Praying to God for salvation as she slips on that fur. Money on the night stand. “Call me anytime you’re in town, baby. Love always, Lucifer”
OPEN UP YOUR HEART…
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink…but more often than not they will drink it all up, enjoy it, and still not be thankful because…horses have egos too.
