Saturday 22 December 2018

Devil's Own

crackling through the heart of the skull of the skies split open in two
devil looks down half blind; solitary eye rusted red in the blood moon
peals of cynical smirks thundering mortal lives; blinding myopic humans en route


not a tear to shed; not an elegy to pen
not a desire unloved; not a death undone



devil wears nothing

but the skin 

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