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The Great DemiseThe Great DemiseThe Great Demise
Those cool, black eyes
Have lured me so far from home
At your design, at your metallic will
And all faith of mine has left me broken
I fear that I may not return this time.
And how you smile,
How you regress,
To your most bestial pose
As you kiss my throat and touch my skin.
Your fangs are my greatest sin
My single key to escape maddening normalcy
And you return each night when most I fear loneliness
To confirm the tender hope
That all is not los
The Phoenix
--
~ Sting
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