Slow Dancing With The Devil

I've stared into the eyes of the devil.

He promised me the world, if I'd just make my way into your inner circle.

Forbidden love and lust were promised, as long as I kept this to myself.

It's been six years and six days.

As the sixth hour approaches, I fear my favor will soon be called.

Face Crack

She had a laugh that drove nails into the skull.

Honestly, if I never heard her fucking shrill, dull voice again, I'd be perfectly content.

Have you ever met a person so vile and disgusting in manner, you've literally felt your skin try and hop off the bone before you can shake their hand?

If it's not the voice, it's the demeaning innocence she attempts to project to strangers.

You're a sloppy, no-nonsense trend hopping vagabond, looking for approval from those who don't know any better.

You can't manipulate a master manipulator. 

Wordsmith

It feels so good to put pen to pad,
project my broken spirit,
so my emotional mind can mend.

Living love,
can only be heard,
when pure intentions
make their mark.

To dwell on that which isn't meant to make sense,
is the darkest of holes one can fall down.

Don't succumb to the quicksand of lies and hate,
it's just waiting to swallow you whole.