The devil knocked the other day
(Or at least that's what I call him.)
He taught me that carnal hunger could be fed on any cuisine but never gave me my full.
I left all I believed in to follow him because he came when I needed someone and always does.
But when the devil knocked this time I slammed the door in his face.
He showed me that desire can be learned but that just taught me to look beyond him.
He showed me that love had nothing to do with pleasure but I learned that the only unique thing about him was the pain and disgust that he charged for his services.
The devil knocked when I had nothing but I'm learning to regain what he took from me in the first place.