Page 19 - Written Feelings

Valentines’ day

Oh valentine, you're not a saint
You're the devil in disguise
The more lovers I acquaint
The more I discover your lies

Your roses, red.
Your victims too
You shot them dead
Out of the blue

You say its love, The perfect con
Playing with the puppet’s strings
Making up those rosy songs
Controlling, when somebody sings

February the 14th
A day to hate, a day to die
The devil rises from beneath
Oh so cheeky, oh so sly

Catching all the souls he pleases
Catching all of us off guard
Until the last of our hope ceases
Have us praying to our Gods