The Devil’s Torch

You’re desperately lost,

 writing your way into the madness

 

Each word a false beacon,

your hopes to decry

 

You’re desperately lost,

searching the caves of your memory

 

Delusion the caretaker,

your verses to lie

 

You’re desperately lost,

as every voice now deserts you

 

Time running backwards,

the heat turned up high

 

You’re desperately lost,

as the Sirens misguide you

 

The torch of the demon

—burning darkly inside

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

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