What a feast Satan had today
At the great table
In his giant chair
All the lost children
The fallen angels
Gathered there.
They placed theirs sins on full display
And he ate of them
Each platter of sin
Over and over
Replaced yet again
Heaven having no words to say
And the mothers weeped
But he ate more still
And yet not enough
To ever get his fill
What a feast satan had today

Low hanging
Full crystal moon
Almost wet kiss on moving waters
Make stars close their eyes
Glow of blushing tide.


Shell ✨🐚

the way the words die on my lips,
the way my stomach flips,
when you grab me by my hips.

Do you think I’ll be better
Better ever?
I am afraid of death
and dying.
Nothing, is a deep leap to hop into.
Nothing.
I’ve never been fond of heights.
Will I make it to 30?
Do you think I’ll ever be better?
Can I be better ever?
I want to be normal
I’m tired
I could use a rest
I want to be like the rest
I am afraid of death
And dying.
Do you think I will ever get better?

If love is true ?
Then love is you
Love does what it wants to do ?
It's sometimes pink ?.. but sometimes blue ?
If love is you ?
Then love is true.