Nistaraka - An Anthology Of Hopes.

I try to be diabolical..

Yesterday I tried being diabolical,
Dressed in black,
And drenched in vodoo magic,
I set up skulls,
And mixed potions,
I was rude,
And worshipped Satan,
The black mascara smudged,
And my lips an ugly black,
I laughed maniacally,
And plotted revenge,
All I needed,
Was one eye,
Two nails,
Three bats,
And four cries,
As I conjure the concotion,
And then the needle pricked me,
As I awoke,
And I wasn't diabolical anymore,
Just a lonely soul,
With broken pieces.