Monday, May 30, 2016

Brianna Allen- A Poem

Morbid Angel

once I met a dead man
who said his name was Clyde
he knew of devils and of angels
and everything inbetween

he lost his Bonnie
to a demon
in Saint Georgia
and then he lost his way

Johnny was the first
he rasped from underneath his dusty hat
and I’m gunna be the last

but he didn’t know who I was
I was the morbid angel
the kind demon
the monster hiding under beds and in closets
the hell hounds scratching at the door

So I leaned in and whispered
You so sure about that cowboy?

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