there was this one night,

that sectioned off an intent

to-night.

where i walked up to the

devil and wiped the grin

clean off his face.

as with the care you would

food off a baby's mouth.

he just kept looking at me

like: what the **** are you

doing?

never was there a softer

flurry of reason harder to

swallow.

his eyes played like he was

overdosing...those snaky slits

spun like compasses.

that's when i leaned in and

whispered into his ear: i think

i'm lost on you.

then grinned.