Carved Out of the Earth

There is a place I live
of treacherous valleys,
shallow but poisonous waters,
the Devil himself
carved out of the Earth.

Nurturing fiends
like you would not believe,
who look of a hideous death
and live
and kill
to deceive.

My eyes lit,
hands locked,
lips laced
with addiction,
with obsession.

And so I live,
not free.
But oh,
what a fool
I can be.

Down here
you learn not to fear
but to become the wicked
like a callow child
so easily beguiled.





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