By Zero #1
Date: 20 July 2000

My Own Devil

As I was sleeping I heard a voice
a voice unlike any other I had ever heard before
Somewhere lost between dreamy nothing
and material bliss, it beckoned to me these little words...

"Don't wake up, you sleeping little devil,
kiss the world around you,
smile and die, bleed and cry,
because there's nothing else you can do."

Then I woke in a hurry, to a dark and crowded room
the dark seemed deeper than the usual night
As I looked around more I noticed a face
being pressed through my bedroom door
and it spoke...

"Don't wake up, you sleeping little devil,
see my face and scream
I want your soul and I want it now,
because you've been more than just mean."

Then he stepped out through the door
a bony figure with rotting flesh attached
he was holding my heart, pumping fresh blood in his hand
and he looked right into my eyes with fervor
and
he whispered

"I've been here, since you were born,
oh, feeding on all your evil deeds,
I've seen every single one that you've done
I know all your sick and twisted needs."

"Just like Satan, I can be your worst enemy,
or I can be your best friend,
but just like him I'll always be there,
there right up until the end."

With that he turned, gazed at me one more time
and looked me over as if I was a discarded waste
that he had thrown off to the worms

I laid there a long time, wondering if it had really happened
I banked on that it was just a dream
but when I looked into my heart
I found out that it was missing....
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