.
Trouble was in the fusty air...
The smile of a saint,
The grin of evil...
Hands are steady,
Nothing feels real anymore...
In this country, we cover not the craniums
of our women...
I have become my own devil
Not seeing is believing and can't...
26/09/16
...now...
Alone in the darkened room
The house goes silent...
A way in is easier than the one out.
I wish I would have known that much earlier...
Heated sheets are torn apart
The witching hour has dawned...
I look in the mirror and wonder just who i am
A sting of pain rushes through my clenched palm...
She gave me a taste and I took it on chance,
I had no idea not even a glance...
I find myself at times when life
takes me on her death road grind...