Decide To End

Thighs of mine now choose to decline,
Lips of fire, I decide to hire,
Souls of the dead no longer I dread,
Water filled with sins meeting its kin,
Through the eyes of earth I saw the devils birth.
Truth no longer killing the old brute ,
Keeping the pace with the devils face,
I decide to end by the candle’s hand.

(11900049)   Copyright ©08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria