I was wondering just what it is that keeps me up at night.
When I could be deep in slumber and walking towards the light.
I asked my cat just sitting there, looking dumb but wise.
She licked her paw, wiped her face, and slowly blinked her eyes.
Staring deep into the night and there I thought I heard a sound.
Not a call, not a song, but it moved along the ground.
"Who goes there?" Who says that? This isn't 1542.
"It's just the Devil passing by. What might I do for you?"
"Devil. Ma'am. Might I wonder just why we're made to suffer?"
"And might I add, please don't answer "it's meant to make us tougher""
She lit a cigarette off her finger and performed a little curtsy.
"So let me guess. You got to thinking that it is I who has hurt thee?"
"Listen here you wayward lad. One who suffers of his will.
It isn't I who hath poisoned you. It isn't I who made you ill.
You suffer cause your human and you only want to love.
This curse you carry with you was cast by him above."
She then licked her crimson lips and gazed off toward the east.
She set out to slay the sun, for to her, it is the beast.
I finished off my whiskey and then I made my way to bed.
The sight of her eyes, those deep green eyes. Residing in my head.