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.