Pestilence ( In progress)


You bring rot and plague. I bring beauty and life. Your witch hair crawls under skin and brings hatred to all it touches. My hand touches you and brings grace. Honesty, love, and life to your drugs, lies, and pain. May my kindness slowly kill you.

Meaningless, pathetic, and unlovable. No one will ever care if you breathe or not.

Dog face, rat mouth. There's no spark to you. No one cares, little witch.






Late Night ( In progress...sorta.)


You want me to write you a song
A lullaby so sweet like your mothers soft skin
The smell of lavender, the feel of cotton
Keep the birds and bees at bay with this love song.
I'm not your poet of the evening, the songstess of the night. Keep your luscious melodies and join my conscious fight.
Red and blue and green and white, take on this perilous plight.
My sweetest love, my darkest desire, its your night to die, within my fire.
Love can take off on broken wings and leave me for the crows. Your chords can no longer soothe the ache I feel. 
So kneel now peasant boy, feel the pleasure from my knife. It's the last time in your life.