Patience, starving soul.
This demon craves innocence.
My master is... Ugh.
Blood: pleasant poison.
Consumed by my starving soul.
Why do demons...?
Pleasant poison; Wine;
Flesh and blood; Goddamnit fuck.
Sneaky, red cobra... Wine...
Cobra. Cobra... Ow...
Empty heart; Demons; Ow, Cats.
Cats, cats, cats; Ow! Ugh...
Oh. God. Goddamnit...
Fuck you, cobra — cat. ...Ow. Ow!
Ugh. Sick. Sick cobra...
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Scratches On My Gravestone
PoetryA collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.
