The devil's here again,
he always come once a month.
Visits for three days, maybe four, maybe week
It all depends upon his whims.

I often fear when he comes near,
coz' his mind is so twisted
his confusing, his weird
I'm afraid with a snap, he decides not to leave.

He wears a big grin, he's all red and smells
His laugh irritates me, he loves to taunt
He smirks with his eyes telling me "give up!"
It's as if he already won the fight....well he did !

I'm not worried though, I'm fine
because he only comes then say goodbye.
Then all my hunger, frustrations, my fears
Once he leaves, he takes and flee.