Your teeth are laced with poison
and I think you took a bite
of my heart.
I see demons with black eyes
who come to collect
all I have left.
Messengers of God
look away from me
despite my echoing screams.
I am no longer
needed in this quest,
I'm probably a better inspiration dead.
You didn't know,
but I write my best
when I'm poisoned.
I have you to thank
for the words in my veins,
I am okay with the biting pain.
The hellhounds are here
to collect their pay,
Thank God! Thank God?
take me away.
