the venom running through my veins
you sicken me,
making me see satan when i glance at a mirror
you're stellar with the way you flow through my body
so silkily slick,
tired yet energized.
are you red or black?
red as hell,
or black as my soul?
pick one, please pick one.
because id hate to go to hell
with a black soul.

~t.s.