My Own Devil

My devil wears old tennis shoes

And faded graphic t-shirts

His hair his wavy and always mussed

Jeans always faded and well-worn

My devil taps out new rhythms

Every night onto my tattered soul

Never the same beat twice

His being the embodiment of music

My devil is too smart for his own good

Always seeing more than meets the eye

Noticing absolutely everything

And storing away the information

My devil is really an angel

The sweetest soul I’ve ever met

My soul is his, but my body another’s

And I am trapped in my wickedness

Reviews

[Olivia Clune]

I connect too much with this one...it's excellent keep it up!

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you!

[Anonymizer]

Really loved the way you made your devil the angel. I guess roses of grey really weigh down the whole anti absolute idea. Storing away information for good and for bad is it?

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work, I'm glad you liked it!

[lua]

a brilliant portrayal of how one is one's own greatest enemy, the darkness that resides in everyone

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you for reading and for your kind words