“I’ll make you tremble as you try to whisper to me close. Give me all of your truths so I can run my tongue along your woes.”
Tremble, tremble then I’ll disassemble. I know you take pride in never coming apart, but tonight I’ll rip your pieces to the floor and I’ll read them aloud. I’ll wait for you to beg to stay close like a wave to the shore. The mirrors surrounding us to watch The Devil leave your body and then enter again. Always knocking three times just to make you open the door for him. You know the consequences for this, but your mind is gone and your soul never was. That’s the night I spoke in tongues, but never made a sound. The night we were original sin and god… he never spoke again.