Doting on the devil

Haunt my tender soul in the night,

Curse me till my skin turns white,

Lie next to me like a beautiful demon,

For I'm the true blue heathen,

Breathe till your spirits fly from the wind,

Cauterizing your skull in the current swift,

Come on, haunt me, and don't lie dead,

Don't bequeath my sins in the dawn,

Until I stop doting on the devil in spite,

and I'll be his forever in contrite.

PRANATI PATHAK

2.2.2023

7:39