The last​ Night I Danced With The Devil.

When the wind blows, the bow breaks.
Cradle falls, and the earth shakes.

For God’s sake.

My prayers for all,
last night I danced with the Devil.

Sweet roses

My hunger encroaches,
creeping on the life I never had,
never wanted,
wish was mine.

I hate your poems,
I love your heart,
I hate your words,
I love your art.

Screaming

Nothing is audible,
everything is loud!

I love you’S sound like vinegar,
and your tongue tastes​ like sulfur​.

Give me one last kiss

Let me embrace your soul,
while your body rots in a ditch.

You’re sick.


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