The Excuse

I drove my friends away

It was the lies they couldn’t take

I brought my enemies closer

But they couldn’t stand the heat

 

The devil’s fire burned far too hot

And he’d taken to sharing my body

 

Through my eyes

He watched the world

Waiting for some kind of

Spontaneous combustion

 

But it was my head

That finally caught alight

A sort of unintentional

Suicide

 

And that was the moment I realised

That the devil was just an excuse

I was burning inside

Because I liked the flames

 

A sort of internal pyromaniac.

Masochistic to the extreme.

And the devil was always my excuse.

 

The devil was just my excuse.

 

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I brought my enemies closer
But they couldn't stand the heat

love it.