The Devil Is Near, And I Think He’s Taking Me With Him
*** Trigger Warning*** Drug Use
he had tired eyes
and a knack for killing pain
sometimes i think
he coulda killed me
but he knew
how to keep flowers alive
long enough
so the garden looked beautiful
but he was dead roses
with thorns still sharp
and i
i was bloody fingers
yearning
to keep what we had alive
he snorted lines on the sink
with alcohol in his veins
but he never understood
that tile floors
and sweat-soaked sheets
were never meant
for after school
he loved black lace
with fingers in mouths
and scratches down my spine
he kissed my neck
but never
the bruises on my skin
broken promises
shirts that were never found
the devil is real
he’s always been
you
— angels can’t survive around demons just take a look at my broken wings
