With partners like the devil …
Where is the savior with his haloed phalanx,
his steadfast gunners with the glued on wings?
Their truancy to this party is a hateful bias,
a repugnant exploit that so surely stings.
With their lozenge haloes made of coal and rust,
They do disgust me with talents they fail to bring.
Alone in the greyness my body walks,
The highway gusts beneath my arms
With partners like the devil in this world, I balked,
his words filled to sate with napalm charms.
In queries unanswered he persists to talk—
as bodies trace the chalk, from stillborn harm.
Each step in tragedy he felt right at home
while hollow church bells recall of their toll
The light is extinguished, engulfed by shadows
As down the gutter we endure for a stroll
When midnight comes, and silence runs deep,
Alone in the velvet sheet, my body goes slow.
Timidly I converse with my version of the devil,
His voice wreaking havoc from his fragmented tongue
Each word bears a grotesquerie of pure venom,
a stygian cacophony that’s so densely hung.
The first cut he makes is always the deepest
The worst is repeated, as air leaves the lung.
A soul in the ether, how it was disposed of like that,
I questioned the will of the people he took
He answered, unopposed, like a feared autocrat,
Said, “Look at them closely, go ahead take a look!”
I glanced at their carcass so lifeless and raw
And saw infestation, as the soul dribbles out like a brook.
Infected from within, he preyed on their weakness
Like a leech to blood getting ready to feed
He snickered each time a soul would come near us,
As he ripped them asunder and watched them bleed.
I watched him in silence, unnerved with my life
The strife I had caused, how I abandoned the creed.
After the slaughter, he got up, brushed himself off
And continued to speak as though nothing ensued
The skin around my eyeballs stretched out as he scoffed,
My heart through my chest, as my fear was on view.
I sucked the air around me and began to compose myself,
Desolation foretells as his voice intrudes.
The road still a barren, incessant struggle
A light at the end, the flame now negotible
With the black smoke rising, my mind since befuddled,
He walked next to me, his voice unemotional.
His words like knife blades, sharp and precise,
The air turned to ice, and the world was disposable.
I questioned my motives, was my conscience really wrong,
In the pith of existence, did love leave me lost?
Was life just a long train, still running along?
At what price was it forlorn, at what goddamn cost was I crossed?
I glanced right behind me and saw just a smirk,
In my framework he faded, and his hands were now washed.
The road straight ahead now a space of just blackness
How far along was I when I fell astray
Where was that lone glimmer of hope, had it vanished?
Why was I left silent, why couldn’t I convey,
In All the hate I had for him, would it all explode,
Yet back down the road, the light faded away.
Now left in creation I suspect everyone.
Did love leave them empty too, like it left me forlorn.
Does everyone have devils, like bullets to guns?
Unknown when they’ll fire, unknown when they’ll spawn.
Alone in the gutter, with life’s liquid rations
My devils had cashed in, drunk and turned on.
Imprisoned from light, my road ever dark
Abandoned at the crossroads, I hide in clear sight.
No saints, no sinners, no martyrs, just ripple marks—
of where I lost my hope and soul unto the plight.
The taste of stale ink from my cursive art,
My name the part that surrendered my rights.
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