My Letter To The Devil
I’m more than just a little curious
you restore calm amongst the furious.
It is like your hands wave a wand.
One minute there it is then is gone.
You are no Christ born carpenter you
want aggrandizement when through.
A heaven’s hell is stoked by treason;
here on this plane you feign reason.
So I sit in this corner prepared sober
so I might not fall apart as I get older.
You pretended you did fully restore
the brink in me where my soul’s poor.
You can create it is amazing from you is
a darkness concealed in a blissful kiss.
Don’t let your dark halo slip you do bend
your majesty while empty wind you send.
It inflates me and makes big my head
when you make my ambition be fed.
I never have felt such, I question always
how into my existence you ebb then stay.
Mortal shards of broken glass a window
to my soul you grow as a breeze it blows.
All illusions bring me near you do appear
as a Saint but the devil you are so clear.
For only the devil himself he does contort;
you’re not one to save souls no not the sort.
So calamitous is this scene you paint over
it seems you cover over every foul odor.
You request to be called your highness;
you watch all die while stoking blindness.