Wolf In Sheep Skin

I came back from hell, woke up in a bed of shame

Drowning in the well, trying to put out the cigarette's flame

My next of kin, is lost again

Living off the lamb, like a wolf in sheep's skin

The devil played for me his last symphony

As I hang by a thread of Angel's hair

I came back from hell, woke up in a pool of alcohol 

Counting the flickers of shadows down the hall

A two day binge, I'm lost again

Living off the lamb, like a wolf in sheep's skin

The devil played for me his last symphony

As I hang by a thread of Angel's hair

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[fingerprints79]

Hey,
You're a good poem writer. Did they actually happen to you? But I love the way you described things :]