In my slumber, the devil spoke to me
In my ears, he sang our melody
You were the tune, I was the rhymes
You were the stars, I was the night’s chimes
We shared a devil, his eyes allured with drops of rain
Flooding our gates with a catastrophe of sadness– illness
I wished to be one of Gog and Magog
To drink away the flood soaking the edges of your gown
Sewed with garments of delicacy
Yet the flood arose between the words of you and me
It left us at a crossroads, we parted ways
You chose to flee with the antidote to our demise
Leaving me with the venom of our love
So I ask of you, take me back to the gates we once built
So I could dry out the tears of our weeping devil