The Devils Dirt

Driving down the danger zone my destiny dies in a dead end street Dragging dilapidated deliveries doing the Damn Demons divine deed Distance deceives my demented disguise the dumb things I don't do Decisions divide deep, deep inside the Devil's debt is way past due The Mark of Madness melts away most of my meager mental mind Masqueraded as this monster man, malicious, morbid eyes made blind Minced meat is the aftermath of millions of marching, marching men Mutilated in mislead miles of the massacre's modern mazes again Frightened and forged in fear from fought fires that forever flare Feelings flip in the floppiness as a filet fish feels in fresh air First forget as focus fled floating fails falling to land face first Faster the flow you freeze now froze finally your face finds free dirt bmdavey@09/19/2024