The Devil's Lips Breathe Smoke

Dead, black eyes starring back at me,
A darkened void painted with a blood red sky.
A silvery smoke in a hazy room reflected from the mirrored sphere
Such blankness within that dark expression
Ominous blue-gray puffs mulling around on the shadowy realm.

Hate filled spasms from a frothing mouth
In anguish of a charcoaled heart
Bled dry from emotions drained from the parasitic mouth enclosing your own.

Breathe deep to suck in the toxic abrasions of blackened smoke that fills the air
Only to spew out the venomous sludge of obsidian tar,
Caked to innards of a once beautiful body.
The bloodsucking serpent coiling its slimy scales about your soul,
Only to consume your life while injecting you with deliberate dependence.

Tearing away at your own lifespan
And it isn’t much worse to wrap your lips around the barrel of a smoking gun.
It’s just not as quick,
Rather a slow, eroding death as the carbonized slime suffocates the very verve
That surrounds your once colorful core.
Now it’s bleak and dry, cold and heartless, desolate as Eden.
As that vile venom courses through your veins from every time you kiss his lips.