Poppy Fields

Her pencil is her needle now
She taints her veins of evil no more
She's free from deaths grip
And that bitter dope drip
I used to be what she needed
Shot straight to her heart
But now there's this art
Of turning tragedy
Into humanity
And finding what was once lost
Once again
She danced with the Devil
It takes two to tango
Everyone always forgets
The Devil was once an Angel too
He's not a little red man with horns
He's a beautiful red poppy flower
Oozing of opium
How could something so precious
Be twisted
And torchured
Into something so deadly?
The poppy is harmless
Until touched by man
Mankind was unharmed
Til touched by opium
We were the death of each other
Now we live in regret
Wishing we had declined
The hand to dance
To have never defaced the others beauty
Simply to have left the other as is
By nature
To have never tampered with our origins
Escaping the fields of this sleeping flower
Is a blessing
To have had this dance
With the Devil himself
Somehow managing to make it out alive
Still standing
I am forever grateful

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