Devils doorkeys.

this was the cause of a dream and some ideas rolled into one. i tried a bit with the spoken word and flow on this one.

Been to hell and back

Got the devils door keys

it let me stay a while

Coz I sinned profusely

its house was made of stone

my phone got no reception

my bedroom was an oven

hell wasn’t air conditioned.

I couldn’t call back home

To say I learned my lesson

I had to stick it out

Couldn’t ask any questions.

I repented mother

My outlook was redemption

Then it let me leave

Silent confirmation

My sweaty face was leaking.

Someone heard my pleas

But no doubt i’ll be back

I got the devils door keys. 

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

It's house was made of stone
My phone got no reception
my bedroom was an oven
hell wasn't airconditioned
That's awesome!
It reads like the worst party ever.
Hell could be nothing but a really lame party

[Michael G.]

You made me feel slightly anxious in reading this poem. Your flow is faster and there is that edge to it that made it believable. (And Tai is probably spot on with what he said. )
Well done, sir.

[nigrum homonculus]

ah sorry about that micheal. thank you for that. i really appreciate it

[Michael G.]

You misunderstood... I thought the feelings I got "made it a good thing."

[nigrum homonculus]

oooh yah it did at first but during the poem i kinda changed the idea as i couldn't expand on it enough.

[Tai Ryens]

I'm not sure whether you would return to blackmail the devil himself, or rather because you trekked the wrong path. Nonetheless, I applaud your idealism here.

[nigrum homonculus]

na he trekked the wrong path. he was put there because he was a theif and he stole the devils doorkeys. thankyou again for the review tai. i took your advice from slender an tried to execute it in this poem.

[Tai Ryens]

I see you have. Wondrous job implementing my suggestion into this (as embarrassing as it is to admit it, I had to follow my footprints back there).