Probation, Prohibition
Blackballed cancerous sore...
Take me off your pedestal,
because I dethrone myself...
I've searched my soul
beyond the darkest dimensions...
To you I say don't change your wicked ways keep...
soon you will be here with me...
There they stand
With their pretty faces...
Under the silver moon
On this all hallows' eve...
He etched my smile in
finger tipped blood carvings...
He was my love
and he was my drug...
Alley cats howling...sensing fear
hackles up, evil is near...
Sitting alone, in an empty room
No windows, no light...
Darkness growing on the walls
Demons laugh as more blood falls...
From the silvery ashes of the
worn-out poetry...