If the devil is in the details,
Then I have asked him to come out and play.
I shook his hand and joined him,
In a dance that has led many, so far astray.
When I couldn’t face the sunlight,
He provided shelter in his liquid void.
And when I couldn’t face the sunlight,
He turned color into gray.

The gray would later darken,
And finally morph into black.
The shelter he once provided,
Torn down and the walls filled with cracks.
Through these cracks I peered once,
And what I witnessed is what I most feared.
Those I had called allies,
Dissolved and reappeared as friends.
Love at its purest,
Like a wh*** beaten to its last breath.
The only thing left unscathed and shimmering,
Was the devil in himself.
There he stood with his hand out,
Ready to dance, and for the next bout.