Lost in a sea of blood.

Fucked up and broken the devil has spoken,

a black hole of despair and nobody cares.

There’s drugs and there’s hate at

those red flaming gates

and the horned one calls

to those that will fall.

He offers them drink,






He takes from their soul…

a bit at a time,

feeds them back life

built upon crime.

And none of them see,

they think they are free,

as the devil moves their hanging strings

hanging down from his flaming wings.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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