The Cold

good looks and charms can be a burden

The Cold (language warning)

 

I was shocked and surprised

at my untimely demise

the angel of death and lady devil

shot me dead

while I slept in their bed

it was for my own good

they said:

 

It’s not as hot in heaven

as it is in hell

the smell of brimstone in the

sparkling morning sun

burns my eyes

as the devil giggles and laughs,

and wiggles her a*s,

while she plays the fiddle

as we dance the jig-

 

and in the darkly palest

dimmest of lights

the succulent scents

of paradise at night

makes my heart feel light

and bright

under deaths

black heavenly wings-

 

but in the afternoon when

I’m all alone,

the cold churns and chills

my bones and turns my soul

to glass and ice,

where it shatters into

billions upon billions of pieces,

only to be put back together again

bit by bit

piece by piece,

by Death and the Devil

every day just before dusk

 

sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be

good looking and charming

it can attract too much intention

and f**k you up

 

till the end of time and beyond…

 

 

Author's Note

It's been awhile-