TRIBUTE TO THE DEVIL
by Charlie Marie
They say that god will give you unconditional love and the devils lust is temporary,
But when sins never felt so fulfilling and his fiery arms held me in a close embrace I
question god’s existence to begin with.
He is the most dangerous thing I have come to love but still the best part about me.
He replaced whispering sweet nothings with tales of death and destruction of innocence
was breathtakingly hypnotic.
The way his eyes set ablaze while he speculated his tribulations and the way his fingers
under the bite of the pipe started to grow angelic to me.
His blistered hands and outreaching ribcage a familiar hell I had come to love.
His sunken voice and the wild aged taste of his lips a drug I have always craved.
When you fall in love with the devil his touch will burn your skin and bruise your soul
but when I find myself next to him I have never been more content.
His sharp fingers keep me close and dear, humanity a distant normality.
I’ve started to see the darkness that consumed his conscience, embodied his rage and
in me all along.
He never hurt me.
But he hurt the only thing I truly cared for, himself.
He taught me to love again, but resurfaced the pain that always seems to come with it.
He knew exactly how to entice me.
He left his mark,
Left his trail,
Left his mess,
And looked to me to retrace his steps and put the pieces back together.
The apocalypse looks like heaven so the rapture can just leave me behind.
Grab a drink,
Take a pill,
Lock the doors,
And say your prayers.
Because hell is upon us,
And the devil walks the earth
Dragging me behind him.