Well there’s no easy way out
And there’s no way out alive.
So What’s the point in living,
If you’re just living to die?

I used to have a reason,
A reason just to be.
A perfect girl, in an awful world.
A girl that was just like me.

I don’t know why it’s difficult,
just to get some sleep.
Probably because scornful words
stay stuck between my teeth.

And as I fill, with tempered swill,
These measured beats of rhyme,
I dream of something simpler to ****,
Than the Ticking Clocks of Time.

Angel and Devil both

Set their tables with verbal delights to entice and entrance our souls

Both masters of wit and wisdom with polished form we are drawn in

We see beauty in both for they're both well rehearsed

I fear I have been Angel and Devil both

I am a time traveling being. A substance of the infinite universe. A multi-dimensional being. A vibration or light, time and space. I see through infinite eyes. With infinite possibilities. All the colors in the universe come together to create something beautiful. I am a creator of what ever I imagine. I am in the matrix so whatever I imagine I can create. Things are just projections of the mind after all.

I summoned the devil
in all the coaxing dulcet tones of a lover
to make a little trade.
He appeared to reply
in something sounding suspiciously like amusement
that contrary to popular belief,
he did not buy souls.
Why, he wondered
would he bother with such trivial humanities?
so I plucked from my chest
the thing in question
that he might know
there are not so many stars in the sky
as neurons firing in my mind.
and I showed him exquisite pain
and deliriously beautiful sadness
anger so searing I shook to contain it
All the things a devil delights in
cannot be felt so deeply as by a soul
that has tasted misery again and again
and lived to wish to tell the tale.
He moaned in half-ecstasy
tones thick with desire
to name my price.
I asked only for peace at last
How cruel!
he cried, not un-admiringly
To make one long for something so desperately
and name a price they cannot pay.
For peace, he said
Can only be found through one's own demons
It comes from acceptance
of one's self entirely; not absence.
So I left,
having wrung good advice
from the devil himself.