Poems from Literally Satan
My heart is a canyon,
A withering spot,
I’m okay, save for the fact that I’m not.
My head’s full of demons,
Heart’s full of rot,
I’m okay...
frozen blood drops perch like
vultures on your eyelashes, frozen
drops of ice crimson like a rose,
you’re all out of roses now.
you can’t...
If she had arrived but a moment more early,
If she had realized a minute more soon,
Perhaps she could have saved her friend
From his own...
When you put a doll to sleep
Her faceted doll eyes close.
She goes to rest obediently
Though how, I’ll never know.
When I lay down to try...
All the bitter suicides and the fractured souls
Who I meet so often as I write
Are all just minuscule pieces of me
That come out late in...