Devon0612

Where movements of demons hide inside, crooked twists based off fire licks, playing strings crafted from sinew, drums belonging from bone and blood, ballads sang by hysterical crows, caw in laughter, evil poses connect through madness, tomes inscribed by darkly lies, wicked verses, lying in wait, dying from their cruel fates, between the pillars, drafted catacombs, pikes and spikes, burnt designs, repeating sins, bazaars conceived with putrid seams, blazing inferno burning skin, underneath ground giving in, gnarled bodies writhing within, stiff fleshed worms and lively corpses, playing masters, postulant disaster, warmth within bitter coral, lifeless dances, stare below, lively woes, taste connecting ash to glass, blood spilling and lives unfold, empty smirks, horror flirts, imprisoned fiends, devilry rings, fits of smoke from burning bone, ominous glow through caverns sew, sense the corvids' murderous throw, upon this throne of sinners glow, sits a czar battered to Mar, disfigured scars, malevolent tar, black as night, these irises pace, falling down the endless pit, peering eyes of judgement lies, beyond the frame, this figment remains tattered and untamed.

Perhaps its the array of colors the box of crayons possess, the lack of skill, the simplicity of it all Too frightened to become the painter, the assortment of brushes, the techniques required, the mixing of hues The complexities that follow, the setup, the devotion, Smear the wax, throw them in a box, and know they are ready Whenever you are, the easy to clean, the pre-drawn lines to fill, Maybe its just too much to care about, to make the time While others are showing their creations, these are stored away in a cheap book, too small to display What gratitude that's received, from that rough cut paper If only there were ways to show off life's little smiles