I'm pulling strings, thin as spider silk.
Wrapping them around my hands, illuminating protections
I can only do and say good because I know how much it costs to Play the devil.
We've had many a night, smiles used to invite him in.
"Been a while since you've decided to sin."
Its a choice I choose, got too much to lose.
A heart full of love, bleeding like a saint.
I'm singing songs into the wind.

Hoping you'll hear what my soul has to say.
Met you at the entrance, even offered to pay.
Now I have their hands pulling me back inside.
Lips red as blood, and I'm trying to run.
On my knees and breathless, how did we come to this?
Mapping out the stars.
Said you waited til the right time,
Is it now?
Is it now?
Is it now...?

8-7-16
SM