Tonight I am tangled in the bed sheets of the devil.
Engulfed in the flames of my deepest desires
Tied to the frame of sin.
Confiding miles behind enemy lines
The evils that haunt you will never be mines
I've traded uncertainty for eternity;
Skin has been shed.
I left my soul in the Devil's bed.

Irrelevancy is the only word with a clear definition
Considering nowhere in the dictionary is no a synonym for yes.
Your eyes pry at the binding of my thesaurus.
By the time the letters that form the words that compose such literature become coherent;
I find myself blindly illiterate.
Ungrammatically correct.
How persuasive is the introduction of negativity if the conclusion is positively wet.

We always want what we can not have, it is the greatest curse and sin.
Satisfying such a wish often admits the greatest pleasures;
Yet these treasures are not ones meant to indulge in.
Usually for reasons.
Usually to obtain the unobtainable
But once sustained can it remain sustainable?
Forbidden fruits can be the most deceiving;
They shine the brightest and look most appeasing
After the first bite can such a taste still be found pleasing?
It's an acquired delicacy,
Depends on your taste buds.
And how you like your juices.

The thing about me, is that I know my self worth. I am comfortable with myself even when there is no hope or promise of hospitality in this world. I don't need anybody to tell me that I am beautiful; I am familiar with my own reflection and I am not afraid to look directly into my eyes while studying the mirror. In fact, I demand that sort of inter-personal contact. Me Vs. Myself, there is no greater battle. It is a reminder to the soldiers of my soul to never retreat. An army greater than the United States of America and I hold all positions of power. I'll swivel around behind my mahogany desk and announce across the intercom for all my conscious to devour: "Continue standing tall, Never cease to continue marching forward. What does not **** you leaves you injured, and from injury provokes the discovery of strength. We are strong. Our roots are deep. If they are going to take us down, they are going to have to **** us. If they are successful in doing so, they will have successfully eliminated our entire existence because we will not lie down until then."

Two hands wrapped around my heart,
It's a death grip.
Two hands lunging for your throat
It's blood for blood, love for love.
911
What's the emergency.
I have an urgency
I need a needle sharp enough to slice
And the strongest rope that will suffice
To get these stitches in.
Gasping for breath but still breathing
My hearts still beating
From the bottom of my heart I can tell you
the pools of my love still ripple waves
The richest shades of red
Call it cardiac arrest.
If you really broke my heart; I'd be flatlining
Anatomically incapable of life; I'd be dead.

I'm not one to interlock pieces that don't fit together naturally.
If we take off the adhesives, the force of
un-fatal attraction will have premeditated
disintegration at the creases;
So actually:
what's puzzling,
Is why you and I intertwine
to create this image that neither one of us is
prepared to be about.
They say a hope of love to
come is a danger in its own route.
If I display the L-O
and you jot down then V-E,
we can make it work to form the border.
But what good is framework if the structure is out of order.
If we agree to pick the
jigsaw up, it will give us a chance to smooth the edges before they sever;
The picture doesn't have to be
appealing in the end, but the pieces have to fit together.

You could never hold me prisoner;
My mind would set me free.
You could contain me between
Cold stone walls
Until my body is deprived of life,
All I will ask is that you grant me
One final wish.
One pad of paper
One pen
And  I will write until I perish.
You can take everything from me;
My soul remains.