Look this way,
See this feeble smile on my face.
Veins heavy with dwindling gaiety
And badgering vexation.

I was self-destruction
Pulled into grace.
Demons are in everyone,
Not just heathens and rebels.

I envisioned paradise, did you figure?

The barrier was bit by your fangs.


(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/24/14)