Wicked Point

Simple dirty little secrets
Housed in a shop of horrors
With little epitaphs carved
On their precious coffins

Made avaliable to the world
Where you sold your soul
Cheaply priced, ready to buy
I warned you honey...
You should have done
What you were told

Vegeance is sneaky...
Its a cunning little c**t...
Grudges only rust
They never become undone

Take it from someone
Who knows the meaning
Of a black heart...
Wicked I am...
Wicked I shall be...

I will sell your truths
As you live a lie
You sold your soul...
And I shall profit...
Indefinatly...

Author's Note

some spelling mistakes...but whatever

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

You have a talent to weave a profound and chilling tale... Excellent word play and the mood/descriptions has a bite!! Loved it, thanks for sharing.