You know you hold a power in your pen
The sharp end slices into the page
And warm, blood red ink spills from indents
As words spill from adolescent rage

Sign your name on a contract that binds
When the four you’ve chosen are so young
Flip your hair to the side while your sacrifice(s)
Left to their own devices, brandish their tongues

You wear your heart on your pelvis and the wings around the muscle
Protect your interests like a cage of hollow bone and skin
The devil can smile and brimstone brings warmth, but you muffle
The wails of the ****** who cry out and try to claw out from within

Deals with the sharp-fanged, beautiful monster prove fatal
Killing your career after it rises, his own suicide is yours too
When all are betrayed, regardless of faith, set the table
And sit with angels of revenge. Musically inclined…



Thus, I’m destined
To sell my soul, clandestine.