I dream up diseased demons,
Who believe in getting even,
Evil is deceiving,
It’ll confuse its very definition,
Do you catch the meaning of that?
Heed the words,
Go find a group of friends,
Hide out in the trees,
Better bring a wide, thick fence..
They never have protected,
Current cacophony,
Becoming is the wormwood,
Cathartic are the events,
I’m coming for you, sweetheart..
Dearly yours,
Beloved death
phillydeethree 