the demons fear us,
and rightly so,
have you ever thought about us?
we are monsters, terrible and awful
and yet the angels still side with us
the more we spit on love,
the more they beckon us so?
we bury our humanity twelve feet down,
and dance across her grave
we wear the weight of our own dead corpses,
simply because we dictate ourselves so,
the demons are rightly terrified and we laugh and laugh away
{ag}
January 10, 2018
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Masks and Muses
PoetryThese are my (mostly) "It's-3pm-and-I-don't-want-to-study" musings.
