by Paul DeThroe
c2010
All Rights Reserved
My heart is darker than black
No more feeling it ain't coming back
Jaded? You wouldn't even know
Burnt to a crisp and put up for show
My soul is darker than black
Play life's cards that are always stacked
Jaded? You wouldn't even know
These open scars will never close
My mind is darker than black
Deep inside I'm sharpening the ax
Jaded? You wouldn't even know
Light fuse run like hell explode
My life is darker than black
Ready for war always under attack
Phantoms of past lives and devils of this
The kiss of death? Then kiss baby, kiss, kiss, kiss
Paul DeThroe lives in Batesville, Indiana and has two daughters. To check out more of Paul's horror, see his website: www.thedevilsprophet.com
Editor's Note: The upper artwork is by louis. A woodcut print; it originally appeared in the Summer 2010 issue of Ghostlight Magazine, the magazine of the Great Lakes Horror Writers Association.