The Devil You Know

Spikes and horns,

born from a rare yet devilish mourn.

Death in unfiltered form.

Constantly re- living the days.

Followed by the rehabbing of my untimely dismay.

No place for trust in a lover’s war.

Futility beckons,

in the on sought of turmoil and sorrow.


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