Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Demons dressed to arouse and charm
Showing skin for the witting worshiper
Hands clasped in prayer, tangled with webs
The pact signed in your own bile
For this courtship, you exchange:
  • Your money
  • Your freedom
  • Your friends
  • Your identity
  • Your existence
Happiness is yours. Celebrate!
Throw a funeral for the one in love
Buried in a suit and recycled vows
The bones have superior lives now
Standing out more than my friend, the shell
Stuck in a perpetual suburban nightmare
Your apathy for life hovering over like memories
The ring on your finger is just a fancy prison

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