Film at Eleven

you speak of torment,
well, baby, that's where my soul went,
down deep in that basement;
the one you prepared
for me;
goin' to Hell, baby?
not much of a maybe;
but I'm lucky,
I'll be takin' you with me.
so long, nice to meet you,
wish I could stay to greet you,
but I'm off to Heaven,
did my time in Hell already,
see you later, baby,
film at eleven.

December 29, 2008.

Copyright © 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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