Poetry

Bite.

There is a devil in his passion.

Fire in his eyes, ice in his look.

The good is in his heart, the bad in his soul.

He is bitter at glance, sweet in depth.

Darkness within, light outside.

He is tenderness covered, roughness uncovered.

Soft embrace, he’ll bite you in his clutch.

There is something evil in his passion.

December 2013

System of a down
System of a Down

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