I'm pleased as a murderer
Who has dealt his
Blows successfully
Staining the crimson ground.
Although a part of me dies,
When death comes to close
His eyes.
As I walk in the gloomiest
Part of town-
Black as the grave
I wear the garb of the dead
For I have never really lived.
Was I being led by the devil?
Did he steal my soul?
Drag me down further
Into this black hole?
I had fallen into his trap
His silver tongue spit silver bullets
Leaving me with scars
I'd never show.
A cold place to be
As I slip into the waves
Of the silent sea.
Walking for what seemed like
An eternity
Sweating under the setting sun
Madness jabs at my brain.
Staring into the enchanted eyes
Of The Green Fairy,
It’s absinthe time,
Temptations of the soul,
My spirits revived.
I write a letter to the dead.
I write with a maddening hunger,
I write myself into nervous breakdowns.
Where the stars will not align,
And sadness is the sun.
Feel the shadows move across my skin,
Intoxicating, irreplaceable,
Magical,
You are all the above,
Guilty of sin and dust.
You wear a hellish guise,
Staring at me with open mouth,
Widened eyes,
You are the fight in my soul,
This life of crime,
The fight in my soul until the end
Of time,
This bittersweet pain is enough
To call your name and run for cover,
Demoniacal lover.
You are the hole down below,
You and I will make more dust.
Love me, love me
Put it in the ground,
Where the flowers grow,
In the silent hourglass of
The blackest hells that guide
Us now
Seraphic Lucifer was created
For sabotage for many an hour,
At Midnight, I greet the devil
When I’m out for a stroll
He’s out there collecting souls.
Walk with me, Cerberus
From Hades to the Hounds of Hell
Fear...
Is all to itself
Copyright 2022-Alexis Child
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