Rocking Devil: 8 of 8

Thoughts about the amazing and spectacular, Rocking Devil, rock through my brains Nights in and night outs, for the days, I borderline having seizures, and blacking out I admired it in everything: ways, style, minds, Wisdom, and more so, a rocking outline Causing reality to be sprinkled with glitter, The truth remained the same, perverted…

Arrowed Cupid: 5 of 7

You may call I queer, black trash, or both But I used to be great: Twisted and dark humor, Formulated an accepted format In which I presented myself, With sparks of enlightened evil deeds, Embedded deeply in my eyes Scooped up by intruders Regardless of their original intentions I knew, it was all meaningless Little…