The Flower Of Evil Poem by John Zxj

the night was freezingly cold
i couldn't smell the daffodil
hair stands on end I started to trembled
both body and soul
f- that, how could I have soul
no, I sold my soul, I am a devil
I am an dark angle
wings broke
wind blows
thru my eyes that used to be crystal
but now two cirle of holes
on the skull
I married trouble
The name of my best friend is evil
where am I supposed to go
I don't know
my destination is called hell

(symbolism is fun; fantastic to use it in rap)