The Devil's Blood

I can still feel the needle peirce my skin

Taste the glass stem between my lips

I can still feel the white girl flowing into my veins

My body going numb, between my ears hearing the train

I'll never forget that warm blanket

That china laid on my body

Or the relief she gave

That not even God could provide

I still have flashbacks to other worlds

That only chemicals could create

I wish that I could find joy in normal things

Things that normal, sane people do

But the only place I can find love

Is in the warm embrace of the devil's blood.


Jarred Shah



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