Diabolic

Oh, she ripped those words straight out of my mouth,
tore them into shreds and filled me with doubts
of whether she would relay what I said in the way
I intended it to be read in words that I would say,
but I don't know what she would do when left to her own thoughts.
It brings a little apprehension, makes my stomach turn to knots.
I just need some rest to get this out of my head,
but I can't get to bed until I hear her voice; instead
I'll write a couple lines about how I can't keep my mind
straight and focused all the time when she still hasn't chimed
in with what is supposed to be thoughts coming from me.
Oh-oh, I can't wait to hear. Oh no, I can't wait to see.
But. What? Just. Let. Me. Slow. Down.
I'm living like an insomniac in an antiquated town.
The lights go out at seven, but I want to make a sound.
I'm hallucinating heaven, but I feel the flames around,
surrounding me. They're abound I see. This can't be.

OH! She ripped my thoughts straight out of my head,
left me struggling to sit up and gasping for my breath.
I didn't, no, I couldn't have made an endless pact
with this creature pulsing evil with her lipstick still intact.

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Hm. Here's a little something I never finished.