Devil

The world is spinning
I stare into the abyss
 
I watch as the colors
of a fading bliss
 
transform deeply
through devious
 
means of madness
Shadowed by comfort
 
I walk a fine line
besmirching my genius
 
Wallowing in what
some have succumb to
 
in a world of fear
vanity & pride
 
My eyes burn with
delight as I stab my throat
 
time&time again
The blood coats
 
the brown leather sofa
as I peer into
 
a manic dreaminess
Draped with death
 
I walk largely across
the bony cobblestones
 
My thoughts stunted
like we’ve surpasses
 
the lines of normality
I play ball
 
with the soldiers from
forbidden throngs