Conversations with Devils

Limbless
With rope and anchor.
Hacking away at the crust of the earth,
to dig myself a hole.
Spineless
I’m a soupy puddle of empty flesh.

Conversing with the devil
Conversations and points of view
I struggle to move
Dig myself a hole
Spiders come and go
Eating bits of flesh
Defenseless
I scratch at my milky skin
Spiders come and go

Conversing with the devil
Wordless
I get sucked into the chip on its shoulder
Becoming just another grudge

Dig myself a hole
I throw in every limb
And my puddle of skin
Speaking with the devil
Not deep enough  to fall in
Cupping my hands
I dig
And dig
And dig
And dig
Until the moonlights just a speck above the trees

Some one control the circus
While I’m gone
The carousel twirls and sings
Rollercoaster’s
Shock and thrill
But I’m sick
From the s**t you feed me
But I eat
And eat
And eat
Until I regurgitate back for you to see

Someone  feed the devil on it's shoulder
Because it needs
And needs
And need
Someone run the circus
Because I cant entertain
Not in my state
I cannot dance for it’s self pity
A dime for every mistake

I’m conversing with the devil
Toiling the soil with the things I should do
Feed the monster
Spiders come and go
Come and go
Come and go
I’m conversing with the devil

Helpless

To fix your views

Author's Note

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