the devil is calling
and asking me to dance
I will dance, I say
but will you sway with me
for fear I will stay, all my rage
a proclaimed roar
from the very root of my soul
declares truth and seeks freedom
an unavoidable yearning
to feel and to see
to touch my cheek to yours
and feel instant bliss
for that moment I am high
floating in the heights of
my mind's dreams and realities
so I wonder, what happens
when good and evil collide?
what is the result? the in-between?
the chosen virgin to drive him wild
together they can rise above
the mediocrity that surrounds them
an attempt to avoid a path
paved by yours truly
on this path lies undetermined certainty
a concrete recipe of lies and lilies
followers and philanthropies
landscaped to perfection
all the people
look my way and look away
a choice I never thought I'd make
a bargain with the devil
to ensure my freedom and sell my soul
no warranty warrants the feeling of completeness
like a hasty haggle that serves its purpose
for a timeless trade of temporary atonement-
to some a priceless purchase
to others a comedic stew of carrots and grief
slow-cooked to satiate the soul that is starving
