Kill-Natalie

The Devil mourned his homeland lost Upon a stone in exile deep Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust Where fires rage inside the sea Much too far for father sky To see the rock where The Devil lie As he lamented, sullen, weary Expression that of sorrow true A Thing appeared, and very clearly Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb The grin that danced upon his face Found hell to be the quaintest place The thing approached and asked him kindly, “Why do you mourn your banishment? All the land above I do see But I’ve never seen an armament So well hidden from my mighty eyes Which see all things as they liv

Hand full of pills, potent, rose-colored, Neuron Implosion, Pomegranate Grenade. Palm full of rose-colored pills he pokes them with his finger; eenie-meenie-miney-moe he caught excitement by the toe. His veins pulsed and his entire core was set to vibrate as if his insides, the jail cell of his ribs, was shaken by an earthquake, an electrical storm, 8.9 on the Richter Scale Oh, Jesus Christ. He passes out and throws up tea and bread next to the fireplace, wiping his vomit-covered hand through that mass of curly hair and he's so high, Jesus Christ he's so high, that he doesn't care until he's woken up forever and a day later still so tired, st