Sun rays breaking at the crack of dawn,
I fully see your face,
Peaceful as you sleep,
My deepest desire...
I have been dancing with The devil.
I dangle my feet off the floating carpet,
Could it be this is magic ?
Or maybe it was but has since lost its flame...
For the cinders refuse to stay lit,
and I have seen you bare your teeth in the night,
My worst nightmare coming alive...
Could you be My devil?
I walk towards the door,
Feeling them call me over...
Pools filled with the cold sweat from my nightmares,
For as I stand in the midst of it all,
I try to find comfort in the hugs sent from the gods,
Slow kisses from the wind sending shivers down my spine,
as the sun refuses to come out to embrace all my dark parts,
I smile into nothing...
This must be heaven.
Looking back I see your face,
Lines across your face leading to where you have been,
I see the road map to lies, deceit and desire...
Calculating eyes inherited from the one that made you...
You are your own creation,
yet no one really knows your face.
They came from far and beyond,
Asking for luminescence from your existence,
Believing the words that came from your lips,
Hoping to live the life you say you have seen.
You masked all your desires as your saving grace,
For you are not who you claim to be,
And the colder it gets,
Your skin burns to illuminate your path home.
I look away from your face,
smiling as the wind kissed me,
I have seen your face and it is too late to be scared.
I settle in confusion at the conflict, "I have seen your face" has raised.
History seems to be a lie.
I am but burning in the midst of the cold sweats,
I have forgotten to include self awareness in deceit...
This is my personal hell and I am in charge,
I am the ruler of my kingdom.
My own devil.
Summoned at the whim of a weakling...
