Fly With Satan

       Fly With Satan ~

 

Cry until there’s
Nothing left to cry about . . . again. 
Over and over and over,
The sound of heartbreak is quiet in the, desolating space. 
A thin darkness stretches outside my window, 
I can break,
An echoing reverberation around the fortress walls.
Rain slashing the pane, 
Demons rushing against the glass encased, 
Their hands, issuance of thunder that reaches, 
And the storm turns into a flurry of demons, 
And I stop crying for the trouble, for I know, 
That Satan has come to call on me, tonight, and that his 
intentions will bring me away from the inner strife I feel,
And that he will give me a shot of venom, which will, 
Numb the rushes and the slow the flow,
So that my heart will no longer be bleeding such,
And that, wherever he hears me, 
I will follow him into darkness, the sweet nothingness,
Wind picking up the hair around my face as I,
Ride his chariot into the land of no return, again, 
And keep his company tonight to go with him,
On whatever the adventure might be- 
tonight, I will, 
Patch up my bleeding heart, again, 
While looking on the side of Satan’s mien.