The Vampire Ix: the Fix
This cold steel
Tastes like caramel
My Saviour
Oh my saint
This bullet
Is my caravel
For this trip
I cannot wait
This wholly
Unholy suture
For my deepest
Darkest pain
Is a beautiful
Lack of future
To quiet down
My mental rain
Vainly I hunted
For the devil
For the man
Who ruined my life
Now accomplished, I sit
With this gun in my mouth
The hunt’s over
The devil is I
Copyright © Joshua Aguire | Year Posted 2008
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