Devil man and I

Systematic gentle impulsion, fearless on my breath, blossoming flowers of condensation from lips, gushing profane promises.

I may be home tonight, may be there tomorrow, but wherever weary feet you may take me, i still carry the sodden burden of sorrow, charged for war i march along the broad horizon of gaping grey, the call for duty etched up my legs, and the smell of death twisted its fingers to leave sooty handprints across my face.
'why are you stumbling in the dark?'
All around there was laughter bitter hateful directed at no one but God, we where young to young to march off to war, with no weapons but instruments and a shaky belief of self worth, we where too young to lock our hearts and hands and dance naked across fields of uncertainty, wild untamed we screamed the rebellious blood i leaked into your cups of youth, may as well have been poison infecting, each and all i flowed enveloping sense.
I stole into your mirrors, until al you could see was a demon, when you looked into your cracked reflection.

Stumbling arm in arm, the devil and I hold each other up from the cracked cruel bleeding pavement, the rain SINGS, and the euphoric feeling of pain that doesn't hurt anymore, the blissful taste of senses being swallowed of closing your eyes, with the world twisting as gravity ceases then falling through leaf cut air to topple and sprawl to the ground.

I lay there for hours, i tried to watch rain fall, but it pierced my eye, i tried to see angels sing, but the clouds where dark and forboding, i tried to scrounge around for holiness but in the darkest pitchest drunkest night, with swooning rays of darkness cooly wrapping arms around me, i enveloped and lost myself within the grasp of incoherent madness, the demon held my hair as i wretched forward and splayed my guts to him on the ground with greedy gestures he lapped my soul up in a hungry mouthful, he ripped away my clothes and threw them out of reach, he scarred my body, and tore my faith.

then on the pitchest blackest darkest drunkest night, he left me there, sprawled bared broken and bleeding, along the cruelest pavement.