The Devils Art Poem by mark bowdidge
The Devils Art
i have finaly honed these skills
which i never wanted
call it a sick gift
i paint with the devils paint brush
and make life look...
'pretty'
with my words.....
momentarily i have courage
but in the end i lose
i will never seek to hang myself
with devils rope
just to make you suffer....
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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