Hell

I love him, but I can't love the hell out of him.

The darkness, or

The surreal film stretched over light

Casting reality in mirage shimmer

 

Vice grip on my wind pipe,

Allows “why?” to escape

Dart to the retina

Threat recoils into dark

I pull up the blankets of my eyelids.

 

Devil             on shoulder,

  on neck,

  on cheek.

Telling me he loves me most of all.

The Devil switches shoulders.

Robed in white, tells me he loves me

Most.

But I knew that.

Like the scalpel

Sharp with purpose

Cutting away excess

Removing detrimental factions

But when do you say,

enough,

Devil?

 

Leave compassion,

leave trust,

leave faith in humanity.

Leave me gentle.

Author's Note

This is mostly fragmental, I need help. What makes sense, what doesn't, etc.