Six. Six. Six.

Six. Six. Six. 

It's been six years since the devil himself

knocked on my door. 

Charming in his trickery,

Costumed to appear as you, or I, or them. 

Six.. Six. Six. 

It's been six years since the devil himself

led me to the hill. 

Fed me fruits and flowers, 

and then poisened my wine.  

Six.Six.Six.

It's been six years since the devil himself

carried me back to his hell. 

Enveloped me in the darkness of night.

Broke my wings,

and shunned me in the morning. 

Devil, angels don't like to be shunned. 

Feathers grow back and wings heal. 

Flames once smothered ignite in the wind, 

creating a luminous glow 

amongst the chimes of laughter that cannot be stifled. 

Tell me, devil. 

Did you truly believe you could silence the song of an angel?

Are you that naive to think that you would win?

You won the battle on the hill that night. 

But the angel won the war. 

The Man Who Turned The Lights Off

"Somebody has turned the lights off again,” you said

A man

And you described him with such solace in your voice

As if his arrival had taken the weight off of your shoulders

If only for a moment

"Somebody has turned the lights off again,” you said

"I can see him,” you said

A man

And as you told me of his hat,

Tipped so low over his eyes that

His expression could never be read,

I cried

A steady stream of single tears

“I can see him,” you said. “Can you see him?” you asked

You swore he was your only friend

This man that turns the lights off and on again

When nobody’s home, he is

He is

And you slit your wrists in that imaginary way

As you so often loved to do

Memorizing the non existent flow of blood that seeped from your veins

Holding out your arms to welcome me in

To drown me in your sins

Or perhaps to wash away my own

You were always kind like that

Recognition dawned upon my face

The realization of your lack of awareness of time and space

And I saw him then too

The man

The man who turned the lights off and on again

With his hat tipped so low over his eyes

His expression could never be read

But I did not need to see his eyes to recognize the face of the dead