The Devil in Plain Sight.
The promise came undone, the Devil lied and is long gone. Her presence, however, still lingers here, following me everywhere I go. Peaks through triple locked doors and the tunnels inside my brain. My eyes roll every time I hear her name but not in the way they do when you moan it. I'm deprived of sleep and her scent. I keep counting down the days when the illusions become my reality mixed with a different kind of daydream than the one I've been living in for the past few weeks. Is she still the Devil I know? Has she changed her ways for the worse? What is it gonna feel like? Is there anything left for us? How will her touch feel like? Will she want to touch me? Is she happy to see me? Is it over? Is there still a hope? Am I going insane? Sucked the life right out of me and I'm hanging off of the thrills she occasionally gives me. Because I love it, I can't deny. A delussional romantic with exceptionally high stardards for everyone except that one favorite sin of mine. ...