Angry Poem by Zimkitha Dreamhouse

Frustrated, pure evil breathing in me
I'm shivering of rage that can't seem to escape
The devil made his bed in my soul last night
A pot of black ink fell over and spilled on me
Marking everything I see black and dark

Angry, deep self distruction is building in
Let me cut to bleed it all out
I'm sickening of the sweet smell of death
But I thrive on it to make my next move

Read my confusion of blots of red and danger
It is like a pressurized song that knife my emotions
I'm blinded my sucker feeling of distructiveness.
I'm living on making it through with turmoil

Lucifer breathed on me this morning
Which turned into night and dead lives
Lucifer killed me last night as I awoke
Lucifer left me alone and I'm falling down cold