Demon Below - Part One
Adam, his moves are like no other,
thank you for taking the knife out of my back
a dagger I ignored,
until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before
Adam, Dear, don't think less of me,
since I will voice my vicious words once more
the way the stranger slicked and slithered in a worm like movement
I was hooked, I admit, biting the apple for the second time
I will no longer bite my tongue,
watch as I hand over the dull knife back to this dark lonely shadow
Blind under the ungaurded tree, a quick voice drew me in
the way it came at me, like a friend holding hands, covering my back,
a paradise in his own mind, a moat of quicksand, my foot sunk in
Offering his game,
a stench I ignored, building friendships, trusting the new employee
I don't run with the sheep,
must I be punished for accepting his bouquet of daisies
Adam, I can't take this, the way he slanders, our name
must I make a fool, from he who's been biten by fools before
I don't wish to go down this road, but I have no choice
these sneaky attacks, are the weakest form of sinning
in a way I kind of feel sad, and wish he bathe his words in chlorine
a reptile, like chameleon, I did not see this one coming.
The only theft that took place, was when the stranger took my friendship
and shook the Devil's hand, in front of me, laughing at the notion
of never having my back, a slap in the face, for luring him my way
Adam, you are my man, you are tall,
like a Lady I will step back and let you take care of it all...
By Poet - Eve
Copyright © Adam -- Eve | Year Posted 2014
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