violence
devil? You here? Wanna strike a bargain?
from inside of me
one eyed
an eyeball hanging on his necklace
sitting by the fireplace a monster
he worships devils
paint your face with dirt sing the songs of Mars
I sold my soul to him. It is now stuck in his throat, between his teeth, inside his brain. It plagues him, driving him insane. So now I am waiting for all the life to leave his one green eye, and how he hates me. I tricked the trickster. He looks for me, he needs my skin
to make a coat.
believe in Kali
for destruction is all we’ve ever known
we’ll ever know the rotting of a self
With my claws I will reach between those ribs and pluck that beating heart.
Have it I don’t need it anymore my heart is cursed and it always rains in my head so my life is yours, what are your wantings? My master let me be your messiah for the night.
Guess who is back, yeah that's me. And I swear, that title has nothing to do with the poem (is that a poem?)