And I Smiled At the Devil

When I was a boy I use to be alone in my room I would hide under my covers in my bed I knew Satan was trying to get me When I was alone in my room in the dark I saw him He was not red with horns and a pointed tail But he was beautiful With hair of the softest gold Eyes of the clearest blue And skin of silken white He would whisper to me He would coax me to come to him He would sing smoothly and softly of assurance But I did not trust him and I would run for my Bible And I would open it up And Satan would smile and fade away I would sleep with my Bible under my pillow I would stare into the darkness of night's blacken room I could feel him staring at me He has lost and he knows it He must take the world down with him We are his victims by our own sins and our own secret desires He knows us and he taunts us He is our promise of freedom from our self A place without consequence A time before sin when all was good and nothing was bad He is the smoldering ember of our diseased black hearts That we lustfully shadow with our inner desire Once I walked to him In the still of the night alone in my room I took his hand and he closed his into mine And he smiled while I screamed For the floor had collapsed into a falling earth And fire consumed my raw young flesh And Satan was ugly With demon eyes of bleeding red Decaying flesh with dead maggots boring through scaly skin And hair smoldering of pitch black Sharp daggers of teeth and long fingernails of marsh green I was falling into hell within his arms The sound of wicked laughter Was drowned by the gentle words of my mother As I awoke in her arms My Dad patting my head I've never seen Satan again Except in my eyes Only when I'm alone Alone in the dark with shallow light I can look into my mirror And stare Stare as hard as I can I can see Satan in my eyes Laughing In my eyes He laughs at me I can remember when I was a boy I saw the Devil And the Devil smiled at me And I smiled at the Devil