There I see my mother and father

We all are imperfect None of us are the same

One and two we follow her three and four we go to the dark sound

Light and dark

The bloody grin, hidden by mask of porcelain A maiden, dressed in red with white

Once one has become two, two of life and darkness

One, two, One, two, black and red goes swirling in delight, black and red

A poem about Lilith queen of demons dances with death

A poem I wrote about me finishing High school

A poem about life