I know hell is rising, my demons are overwhelming, running wild inside me. The negative kick i get sometimes is enough, to arch my back, and make my eyes role. The red hue coats my sight more often, its eduration longer. I cant help but think that my flesh has devoured my soul, and is working on the last of me. Yet, if i dont let them run wild i wont be able to overcome them. I just pray God renew my soul, for my blood is black, and the evil that stains my heart. For the demon im becoming, and the blood that is shed.
and so beautiful birds blink
and so beautiful
birds blink on approach.
My life is so exqusitely wonderful
and safe that I can sit back
and dare the devil to be devilish
elsewhere. We be busy ovah here.
My blood is so black that black
is thinking about changing its name
to something less dark and meaningful.
The soul has it's business. But black
blood flows like rivers to oceans
to evaporate into black rain
to fall on the back earth and bless
the soil with black adoration.
Allets
08-25-14
3:50p