With every intoxication, the red devil ascends near,
The smoke whiffs fail to stop the lethal fear.
The circle binds, finds our each secret,
With every drag you’re pulled in – a devil’s bait.
Fiery music, the lips hear.
All evil the heart will bear.
Now there’s no turning back,
You burnt the ways yourself.
The tomorrow - full of ashes....
2 comments:
'The Locket Closet' is really so frank and it makes sound smoking so cool (like the walking skeleton tv advt of 90s) trust me the way Rucha writes a dark black poem it makes me realise why black is my favourite colour. A real smokers words for sure, the dark under current used by her like the 'devil' and 'evil' gives this piece a charm; maybe even an anthem song for Vampires.
You know something sharp hits you hard. Not to make you bleed but to shape you once again... Like that only!
Loved the crispyness!!!
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