The Devil Knows
No one knows because i haven't told, that
the devil exists in my night. Only
because there is no sun to show shadows.
There's no need to hide or tip toe
through my thoughts. He knows that at
night my peace is most scarce. Imagine if
you will.....the world raining, in black and
white, puddles of wet leaves, everything
moving in slow motion. My night consists
of no color, saturated with feelings of
loneliness. The devil knows. The devil
knows that at night he can be at his best.
He can walk proudly, planting his seeds of
doubt. Putting his mask on every red
rose that proved beauty once existed, that
loveliness and elegance, romance and
bliss werent just a myth....a tale. I speak
these words from this weary place that
no one goes. I haven't told, so no one else
knows.......but the devil.
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