Dance with the devil

I wrote this when doctors messed up my painkillers dose and I got high for a few nights

Here's my story
I tell it with time
Of how I earned
My peace of mind

It was a Friday night
As regular as it gets
I was alone in my room
Testing my wits

Suddenly the door busted open
And I was blown away
When I saw the devil
Staring my way

Satan was testing my soul
Pointing her finger at me
Some might find it terrifying
But I jumped up with glee

It was perfectly irrational
At least in my head
It was a tango to hell
With the perfect shade of red

After our dance
She ran out the door
I was tempted to follow
Until I noticed my hands were sore

Sweet satan!
My hand was on fire!
Like burning rubber
Coming from a tire

I quickly found water
to put the problem out
My hands were still hurting
But I had no doubt

That, she would return again
With her black whole
And I would half to watch
as she ripped out my soul

Author's Note

Again, I wrote this high on painkillers

Reviews

[breanna felt]

Just a tip, I believe you mistakenly put "half" when you meant "have" in the second to last line? But anyways Ilike the unexpected twist in the tale of jumping with glee instead of being scared to dance with the devil.