Satan’s Cellar Dweller

Every day scrambling for something good in me,

But there’s evil in every cell,

It gets the best of me.

And every night I go to sleep,

I pray to Jesus on the crucifix,

Fall asleep with good intentions,

wake up as the best friend of Lucifer.

Dwelling in my cellar,

angels try to break through,

I know evil is the strongest force,

but maybe there’s something good, too.

Here he is, the fallen angel, knocking at my door again,

I try to fight but once more I let him win.

It’s ten minutes to three, I’m sharpening my knives,

Homicidal ideation, I might be taking lives tonight.

I walk these empty streets alone,

Looking for an easy prey,

Someone is about meet their death…

on Lord’s day.

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So bored and out of it,
Staring at the stale, dry cracks in the wall,
A cockroach leans in for a kiss with the dirty dish.
It’s been a while…
Look at the nightfall,
I’ve been waiting to put this cigarette to my lips,
Make a wish.
Smoke caressing the lungs like a gun gently brushing against the temple,
It smells like death, if the smokes are going to kill me, let them.
It’s been too long,
Already twenty-five out of seventy,
and the thought of leaving this hell seems heavenly.
I have nothing to offer,
just my worn out shell.
Like a bride rejected and left at the altar.
If I go unnoticed, I won’t have to tell.
But for now, let the bones decay,
I’ll be here in the clouds of smoke,
Waiting so patiently,
when twenty-five becomes seventy,
and my life is erased from the first, to the last day.

Dear Beloved…

Disclaimer: This poem contains violent language. I wrote this and dedicated to the person that abused me once in my lifetime for a long time. I watched a lot of battle rap and got very inspired and decided to put out my rawest emotions out and channel my anger. After all, the person brought into my life the most pain and if I can’t take them out physically, I’ll do it with words.

I swear,

I swear to Jesus or whatever God there is,

I’ll put your through so much agony,

You’ll slash your wrists.

I’ll go ape shit, give you a concussion,

You’ll be seizing out, looking possessed

and I’ll be your EXORCIST!

I swear if I see you,

I’ll put you in a wheelchair like your disabled brother,

Turn your brain into banana powder,

Rip out your insides then walk out like your father!

I’m a warmonger, you can trust me on that,

I’ll lay you out on the pavement, roll you over with a tank,

and crush your back.


I’m not cutting you some slack,

Just because you’re a maniac, narcissist,


They say violence is bad,

Violence is not the answer,

Then I’ll make you go through a thousand x-rays

and watch you brittle away with cancer.

I swear if I smell a trace of your putrid scent,

It’s going to be a war zone and I’m a master of war,

Rip your spine out and enjoy the gore.

Hope you remember, karma is a bad bitch,

so I don’t have to do none of that,

she’ll take care of the business and make you run around like a lab rat.

Hope this poem finds you well, with your shell of a heart,

Hope your lights are still cut off,

so you continue to live in the dark.




Yet again,
these pits of hell,
grip me tightly ’round my neck,
it’s a love song, it’s a spell,
feel this pain spread in my chest.
I slip into my comatose,
heavy, medicated sleep,
a thousand needles, head to toe,
as the night grows dark and deep.
There’s no escape and no salvation
from this illness I possess,
It’s a cage and I’m a beast,
held in captive and possessed.

Strawberry Mark

My scars light up on fire,

every time I reminiscence,

of the abyss, I was held captive in.

the mirrors are my liars,

they told me I would never come to win.

The walls are my only,

the listeners in the dark,

of my sighs and my prayers ā€“ holy,

as I begin to remember your strawberry marks.

Iā€™m a prisoner of my universe,

of this glass wall, I have made,

of my soul that is wounded,

of my body ā€“ decayed.


I have become what I hate.
The monster gripping around my neck
and shoving me around.
I have become what had despised,
now I am the one,
pushing others to the ground.
Never thought and never knew,
this is what I would come to,
ashamed and guilty to the core.
Ashamed and guity every minute,
I never wanted to admit it,
but now,
I am what I had been afraid of.

Deaths sweet, soothing lullaby

While it’s quiet,
and spirits dance around me while I cry,
I hear so often in the night,
Death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.

It sings about the knot,
and the rope you use to tie it,
it sings about the freedom,
it knows that you are tired.

It sings about the buildings,
ones that stand up tall,
about the flight that comes with them,
about the moment when it ends it all.

I hear it’s silky undertone,
It’s begging me to try,
I’m in no two minds,
this was the last time I heard,
death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.

The devil is a lovely fellow

The devil is a lovely fellow,
He asked me for a dance,
I smiled and took his hand,
I knew this dance would be my last.

We danced our way through the old town,
through narrow streets and passersby,
through old building run down,
he spoke to me – his voice a silky lullaby.

He took me back to where we met,
He looked at me with glee,
He knew I felt no dread,
because he knew he’s taking me.