Death Of The Devil

"I think I would like to burn"

her choiceful voice ignited the fire.

Back and forth as she cradled

Her agonised high of eventual numbness

led back to where she had began.

"Little as a girl I cried and screamed

When they took away my firecrackers

I wanted revenge and grew up

Till I saw them burn on the pyre

In happiness and in Death, I confused.

"I sang and danced, unaware

of the pain it caused, grave dare!

Blew away the approaching madness

And dwelled in intensely felt verse

Till it all ended in that meeting."

She raised her hand

In marks of love to show

He had held her, unable to grow

Her new found love for this numbness

Led back to where she stumbled.

"I let him hold my hand in public,

Where I could show them, where he belonged

I fought him off knowing he didn't.

It ended, in blissful hate of that fluid -

His thoughts and movements - that water.

"I cracked and grew angry

Of that unreturnable love I caressed

The blue jays and the blue fish

I ate merely for pleasure and hate

Till it all changed; nay strengthened in that meeting."

She yelled out, almost like a climax

Unaffected by the pleasing flames

Stronger, and more rational, that dame

Found happiness and pleasure of numbness

that led back to the meeting.

"I shot him in the dark

'Cause when he's looking I fall apart

Burned down his house and smiled.

In pleasure I had compiled

A torrent I do love; Appeased!

"I blew and howled in the madness

A creation of my own superior doomsday

The bloody red of my closing eyes

I reached out, my hands giving way

Falling into his lap for that meeting."

She came here and chose those words

And grew over my fortress with my love

She now stood unaffected and strong

And in complete control of that numbness

Which led to where now I end.