nicola burkett

(30.04.1984 / South East, London)

30 - The Devils chair

A suicide note
I carved on my chair
With a rusty old key
Wrapped in devils hair

Tied down and gagged
Steel chains around my wrists
Hell’s fury builds up inside
As I close my immortal fists

I draw a Lucifer smile
As my human body plays dead
My eyes turn from black
To demon yellow and red

I reach for his dagger
To disengage the void I can’t bare
As crimson acid rain falls
Onto my suicide chair

My soul adjusts to evil
Lost deep in raptured light
As I become another victim
A creature of the night

The taste of ash in my mouth
As death floats in the air
Soaked in blood i stand
From my suicide chair

Submitted: Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Edited: Thursday, November 25, 2010

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