A Date with Venom

I have a date with venom,
Pure negative spleen force,
Filled with malice in heart,
And showering hatred,
When the winter is on its prime,
And phantasm comes alive,
Armed with evil forces,
The devil would arrive,
Wearing an angel’s mask,
But his eyes would tell
Cold, blue, deep eyes,
Wicked winning smile,
When I hug the devil,
And feel the intense pain,
Stab in my backbone,
Getting deeper, deeper,
Cutting the flesh, ribs,
Cut opening the heart,
A dirty hand in my chest,
Pulls out the fluttering
Butterfly called life,
Hold it tight, gripping,
The arrogant winner
Pulling out the hand,
Rip open my rib cage,
And take a flight back.
Congrats Devil, You won.

- Saturday, August 17, 2002