Nov 13


&  the
& the words 
& the words flew 
& the words flew &
it was like lightening
those jerks were frighening
and the vines gr*w higher and became illegigble
And the banshees called from the trees and pointed out my typos
With mournful wails they circle the Great Hearth &
& that was my process as I wrote my name in the Devil's book
 I screamed,
I scream
Help me
Scream for the trees to fall and the world to end and the flame to be extinguished
Scream to the sound of the harps and flutes
a scream that says
I am alive
I am dead
I am gr*wing 
I am here
I am dead