The dawn that haunts the dreary day

I wake up with the devil

Stark reality stares the eye

Oh! Yet the light spares respite

I go behind the taken path

To meet it yet again

I utter aught for the present steals

The moments that were gay

I loved the devil for serene it lay

On a bed I thought of roses

Its dry now the crimson stain

The stench it lingers on

Years it’s there and none to burn

The ghosts of days gone by

I loved the devil that dwells no more

I wake up another day



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