Sitting With Devils
Stranded Without Gods V.1
I sit with the devil's and sing songs
As the roads dusted and winds shivered...
I've never worn armor that shined
I never rescued damsels for theater
I sung the swells and made deals with the serpent's who slithered...
I sit with the devil's and sing songs
I pierced hearts with letters sharper than Macbeth
And made sure my hurt lived on beyond death
I found poetry in the sleepless hymn of a hurt poets regret
I sit with the devil's and sing songs
I sit, western sorrows to my chest, and shot the devil in the breast
A companion is what I needed, so fallen angels hear my breath
I sit with the devil's and sing songs
I've got poison on my lips, and masticate the symphony that kept me awake...
About the Creator
Patrick Santiago
Writing because I'm too poor to make movies. Working to change that!
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