Stay Creepy

They say I am

Uncharacteristically

psychotic

My brain is

the very graveyard

that ghosts haunt

and goblins mark.

Were blood becomes

my rivers and lakes

as I taste the galaxies

in the crevices of my

gums.

They whisper stay creepy

as black lipstick floats

from my hand like

spiderwebs that sit

upon my eyelids

I can taste the blood

on my tongue that becomes

the design on my

white communion dress

I can hear them whisper

sweet nothings, dark satanic

calls but I am nothing

but the sand in the hourglass

I kiss the dark lord on the very lips

in the graveyards were

I've danced on graves and

tasted sweet blood

They say I am psychotic,

they say stay creepy as I

become the sand in the hourglass

my eyes have finally turned

black