Poems

The Dollhouse is Brehing AgainThe shutters clack when the wind’s not real,The dollhouse hums with things that feel.Tiny furniture, all in place,But something’s moving in the fireplace.The wallpaper peels like it’s learned to breathe,And something beneath the floorboards seethes.The dolls don’t sit—they stand and wait,With painted hands and twisted fe.The kitchen’s set for tea and […]

The Devil’s in My Bed, But He Pays Rent He showed up wearing red boxers and a grin made of unpaid sins,said, “I’m just crashing for a week,” but now he’s got a drawer and a toothbrush.He eats my cereal, fucks like a god, and leaves sulfur in the sheets.Every exorcist ghosted me, every priest

The Devil’s in the Details She’s a fire, she’s a game you play,staring you through the glass, she sways.Lips redder than the blood on the floor.Come closer baby, let’s explore. She’s got a story, dripping with sin,lost in the madness, let the chaos begin.Body’s a temple, but it’s made of fire.You wanna burn, you want

The Devil’s Playground Welcome to the devil’s playground,where the lost souls scream and the demons dance around.The gates are open, and there’s no turning back.We all wear masks, but we all crack. Hell’s got a rhythm, and it’s pounding in my chest.Play the hand, pass the test, feel the dark caress.Broken hearts and shattered dreams,

The Devil’s Trial The air is thick, the room is cold.You’ve been waiting for a judgment, a tale untold.The courtroom’s dark. Shadows creep.The Devil’s here, and he’s got secrets to keep. He stands tall, eyes burning red.You’re shaking, trapped in a nightmare instead.He’s the one pulling the strings, no escape in sight.A devil’s grin hides

The Devil’s Mirror I stare into the mirror, but it doesn’t stare back.It’s just a void, pulling me into black.Faces twist and vanish, but I can’t let go.The reflection’s gone, but it’s all I know. The whispers call my name. They’re always near.Every glance I take fills me with fear.I hear the lies, the secrets

The Devil’s Deal He walked into the room, eyes black as night.The devil smiled, offering me a fight.A deal to be made, a soul for the price.The fire in his eyes told me it wouldn’t be nice.I took his hand, felt the burn in my skin.A twisted grin. I knew I’d never win. He whispered

The Devil’s Doorstep I’ve been dancing on the devil’s doorstep,barefoot, bleeding, with no regret.The flames lick my heels, but I don’t care.The taste of sin is all I crave, and I’m already there. I hear the whispers of the ones who fell,calling me to join them in their hell.Their voices echo, but I stay still,’cause

The Demon’s Dance The lights flicker in a smoky haze.She walks in, a devil in a lace embrace.Red lips and a smile that cuts to the bone.She owns the night, but she’s never alone.

The Demon’s Dance80s sleaze, dark, sleazy funThe neon lights flicker in a smoky hazeShe walks in, a devil in a lace embraceRed lips and a smile that cuts to the boneShe owns the night, but she’s never aloneError in input stream