The Devil Named Lyta

By Lola Shen

When the devil’s swinging down

And see the dripping dips crushing through

Here comes the riding black fae dancing rub

She’s gonna lead us back to you

Up and forward I see no flash

Born under the serpent’s head’s loop

She walks through the door with cherries

Cherry, raising her head to come 

Just like her boys before 1969

Kissed with steel scents with blood-soaked

Beaten down, Ay,

She’s gonna bring me up

She’s gonna lost in her fragile self-portrayed paradise

She’s gonna fall to pieces of drugs

Her melancholy guitar strings whipped

And break my heart apart.

Yes, it felt just like a kiss.

Please let me touch her,

Oh and it’s too soft to hast a kiss

Please leave me around to bleach her

Hearts, yet all stars start to twink

I’ve had no yet hallucinogenics I swear we call her Lyta

It’s water that choked my throats

It’s the whiskey that burned my soul

And I no longer need to be in sorrow

Building up, Ay,

She’s gonna meet me down

She’s gonna be lost in her doorkeeper’s sleeves call it green

She’s gonna get down to my knees

Her long long hair swept

Over my face, and break my heart apart.

Yes, it felt just like a kiss.

You won’t get to touch her, no

You won’t get to see her face.

Your soul sinks into the dark old pool

Waiting for death yet 60s too old to grasp a breath

She calls me up, it’s another night of psychedelic

Pills, don’t put that in your throat

God, I need to confess her-

Self to the demon’s throne

Hit me and it felt like a kiss

It’s your turn don’t be so shamed

Tomorrow morning you’re gonna be forgiven

Forgiven and your old lover’s never back to grip.