the Devil Master inside my head
blew a hole while I slept.
My guarded self lay idle
instead of waiting quietly, patiently in prayer.
I dreamed a dream that was so unlike me.
In fact, cruelly of someone
who had treated me abominably you may say.
Behaviour not good – quite unfair.
Life is a prison when you step outside that square,
but fall into the void – the Devil quite readily steps in
and that my friend is choice not unfair.
November 29th, 2013
Tags: Responsibility