Is there a ghost inside my soul?
Or two or three all black as coal?
The devil's play things exist so well!
Example one: white zinfandel.
Intoxication confrontation!
Demon spell molestation.
Inside my cranium's example two.
Swollen membrane with evil hue.
Why spurt these words on this page
while I'm trapped inside the Devil's cage?
I'll look back and all I'll see
Is a broken sort of sympathy.
Exit my thoughts through a blank pupil
and my sight will flicker as I try to sit still.
**** the forefront of my mind.
Its just a mask for those who won't find
the truth behind the words I say.
Passive agressive flux of cabernet.