Hell's Aftertaste
By Micaelah Ferguson
Day's sky, moon's light,
can you hear his cry?
Loving taste, fateful place,
Kisses plant upon your face.
The air is but a murky blue,
This is where I'll call out to you.
Turn the corner, 'round the bend,
this is you, my mysterious friend.
We lock our eyes and I chant to you
"Out with the old and
In with the new."
Oh, this loving fateful place,
like your lip's aftertaste.
Turn the corner, 'round the bend
Hello, there, mysterious friend.
His eyes are but a murky blue as
He shouts out loud, "I call to you!"
The hands reach out from underground,
they grab my feet and pull me down.
Turn the corner,
'Round the bend,
"Hello demons,
my mysterious friends."
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This was written by my friend Micaelah. She's super talented
Her Instagram- XX_I.M_A_BEAR_RAWR_XX
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