The devil does not come
draped in a red cape, or
flaunting pointy horns.
He comes as everything
you've always wished for.

Twisted satisfaction,
unfulfilled promises,
he leaves you wanting more.
Constantly searching,
endlessly seeking.

E m p t i n e s s .

Your lips speak of death
while your soul asks to be rescued
from the torment
of seeing everyone else breathing
while the rising waters hinders you from reaching.

You ask the world,
and they do not listen.
You ask God,
and you find outstretched hands.

*—S.C., February 5, 2014 (latest edit: March 13, 2014)