there’s a little
devil trapped inside me
not sitting on my shoulder
but peeking through my
eyes
he likes to come out
at night, mostly
when secrets are made
when he escapes
it’s always the same
a flood of entertaining
mischief
i try to keep him
down, subdued
controlled
because I know how it’ll end
for you see it’s a
game
we play
back and forth
him and i
passion vs reason
i tell him solitude
is good, for some
and
he shows me it’s hell
for others
he changes the rules
every time
to confuse me
because he knows
i’ll almost certainly
let him win
the thrill is in the battle
of will’s
conflict
with
no real resolution
over and over again
till i’m left with
myself