Poor Creature

Marry the devil, 

sleep with the demons.

Tossing and turning, 

Hell burning beneath your sheets.

Slandering the good and devoted,

 slowly becoming a beast from bellow.

Pretending to uphold good stature, 

while being dragged to Hell. 

Casting out the little bit of decency you have left, 

wallowing in the bed of pity your making.

Leaving the life that you once adored, 

poor creature of the abyss.

Reviews

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

This reminds me of some kind of nightmare lullaby. Well done!