imagesA Satan is trapped in my body,

Who’s desperately craving to break out

For all i know it has malevolent motives

to shatter my soul,  the uterus to  burnout.


It’s presently composing a death metal album

whose kooky title says “Walls painted Red”

With the first single being slaughter bed

Followed by  Cramps from the bowels of hell .


Happiness, sadness have a control on me

I chuckle, I rumble, I moan and grieve

Topsy, tipsy turvy groggy and  woozy,

There is a  demeanor in the breeze.


This way, that way, this and that

Changing minds and changing clothes

Outrage, anxiety, lust, and laughs

In my mind, really, anything goes.


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