That old prison guard word
weaved sweet dipped lures
to my child. I could feel the
tension in my muscles. For
I want to say I love you
scream it from the
mountain top and whisper
it close to your skin so
that the heated words tattoo
my name into...
To the man who saw me
Happy when no one was looking;
For smiling, applauding
My joy for the right tune,
Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making...
I can light a cigarette from magma,
And I’m used to being tormented by succubi,
And given time, I can make pain a kinky thing,
I can learn to live in hell.
And I think of prepping myself,
For a life in Inferno’s flames,
For my life has already been a hell,
Why would it simply stop when I die?
I still try my best to be good,
And am treated to a sulfur filled slap,
Despite any behavior I may choose,
I know I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.
So save me a seat Satan,
I’ll join you for poker sooner or later,
Because I pretty much know I’m going to Hell,
So all I can do is try,
And enjoy my ride down.