When times were different and i was young, ooooh so long ago.
I chased the devil pressed between midnight and tomorrows page
And a few times i caught him feasting on the flesh of my black soul.
Tempting me with so called best friend using a puppet on his stage
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i always love your images you create... 'feasting on the flesh of my black soul' ... another great one, Jack!
i find a deep emotion in your poem.