TheDemiDevil

I watched as her chest slowly fell after each rise.

It was a beautiful sight, really.

She was wrapped in a blanket, while her favorite song lulled her to sleep.

I gripped the knife tighter.

i collect bottles

small, mini bottles.

1 inch by 1.5 inch cork bottles, 

centimeter sized jars,

and they are functional

and quite cheap.

so when i buy these bottles and jars

the garden still stands

black roses with thorns pave a path older than time itself

where sinners can be punished

and where the satanists may finally rejoice

i handed her a piece of paper

i knew she’d never read

but mother says the thought will count

so lead me to my victory

or help me

i’m empty

nothing left for me

 

you see trash

junk

scraps

and i see potential

art

and beauty