Talons

He met you on the 31st The sky was crimson the day it felt cursed Talked about everything from blood to birds Wingspan and talons and how it hurt Scotch tape won't fix you Lucifer picks you He's not real or at least he is dead But he's built a nest right inside your skull Shake him out and crack the eggs Baby satans down your legs F*ck the flock it's raining shit Clean your windshield save the world