Self Exorcism - Another How-to From the Medicine Chest

Dark poetry  
Shit that makes
your blood frost  
icy  
....screaming  
 
So dark  
you can't see  
the hand holding  
your bloody pen  
too teary  
...anyway  
 
So damn black  
Satan cries for  
his mummy  
 
....living snakes  
must crawl into  
another sleeping bag  
....to get warm  
 
So God-awfully dark  
shadows want  
to turn on a light  

that's a poem  
just perfectly right  
 
to exorcise  
 
.....your demons