The Rock

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just once more
open the door
feel it pulling,
calling,
wafting sickly sweet
the smell of rock
searing through the heat
summoned again
so swift I decend
a blurred void of sin
ending where I begin
no longer letting me in
gone the chance to amend
death the pipe is in
a final tear falls amid the din
a soul from flesh does ascend
in the night a new infant screams true
and satan smiles to begin a new

Rhonda Enrayne - Vixenskis@aol.com