Why does everyone assume that all souls
Sold were bought by the devil
When roads are paved with dotted lines
and all of life’s masters demand that you sign?
After-all “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
Inspired by a Prompt
Dead Man Walking
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Steel up your spine so it doesn’t rust.
They built you a box from pine and nails
If you don’t fit it isn’t you who failed.
Pick yourself up, dust off your shoes,
Grow from the dirt in which they buried you.
Chaos in Heaven
She was an angel craving chaos.
Her voluminous plume having grown heavy
She sought to shed the burden of a few perfect feathers.
Fleeing into the night she dropped
Fiery crumbs across the sky.
Chasing the trail he gathers up the embers
Against the skin of his back;
He was a demon seeking peace
In the singe of heaven’s falling star.
Met in the midst of their agony
A Fate I’ve Sworn to Keep
All I want to do is save you
From the breech inside of me.
I’m falling through the cracks
And I’m too proud to try and reach.
Oh the irony.
God, I wish I knew how to ask you to stay
To hand over the key to everything
And let you see the wound inside I buried deep.
I am just like a thief
Yesterday: An Ode to Classic Rock’s Greatest Hits
Over the Hills and Far Away
I boarded a
Crazy Train
along the
Highway to Hell
towards
Paradise City.
I wasn’t
Paranoid
just
Comfortably Numb
like
Smoke on the Water
as
Tom Sawyer
led me towards the
Back in Black
cashmere.
Layla
whispered in my ear along the way, buying
Sympathy for the Devil
until his voice sang inside my head,
“Welcome to the Jungle”
and all of
Hell’s Bells
rang.
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