A Dance with the Devil

A Poem by who_am_i

devil= alcoholism

In the dying of winter the spirits speak,
In hushed voices they circle all of the elements
Under the cover of desire the waves collide
Deep down in the Earth, tucked away from the torment above
They raise their hands and cover your eyes
Your words fall down like snowflakes
And on the bed where you and him sleep;
Under the covers it's empty

Beyond this moment of darkness the dreamers rejoice,
Except for you and him, because you can never shut your eyes
Amongst the shadows of our imagination the men seek,
He played all of his cards, and on each was a picture of you
In the streets of harmony the women sleep,
Except for you and him, because the war in your heart is echoing in your ears
You can't disguise your misery
He can't undo the s**t he's done

The spirits told you to leave him
You start to cry
And try to take back everything you did wrong
He won't let you, though, and neither will the spirits
You scream at him with all your might
All young lovers cry and destroy things
But you, my darling, created a storm
You danced with him late at night
Drank bottles of death with him and laughed at stupid jokes
You really loved him, but he didn't give a crap
He used you up and now you can't love anything again

The spirits have been floating inside your head
And you mistook them for butterflies in your stomach
Now it's too late, you fell into a deep pit named love
And your lover will never throw down a ladder
You're stuck down there, and you're losing time

I'm sorry, you say.
The spirits give you a mysterious smile
And raise their shoulders
You were never meant to fall in love with him
You're too oblivious and stupid, this is all your fault
At least you tried to convince him he loved you
But you can't fight fire with fire
And you danced with the Devil
And then you fell in love with him.

And right now, you're waking up alone.