Devils Pie  

Our pathways converge into misty misery,
Colombian cats ripping war torn limbs
into the lacerating noises of my inner fiend.

The tree illuminated banshee families
triggering my inner symbolism towards,
despondent werewolves mangling
my deception of depressive tranquility.

I eat devils pie with diabetic lettuces
surrounding my inner phantom,
mesmerizing sickening shadows
blowing a dragon smoked funeration
into our dam-nation.