Devil's Dinner

Devil's Dinner

She looks into the mirror of fate

But she refuses to see

The image of an Angel

A reflection of who she was supposed to be

Round and round

Her lost hope swirls

And pours down the drain of sorrows row

She dries of the happiness with a sandpaper towel

Then surrenders to all of the devil's pain

Time to prepare.....

First a dash of self-hatred

Followed by her freshly minced veins

A sprinkle of guilt

Marinated with some everlasting gain

Accompanied with a home squeezed soul

Empty of course

That was only hers to behold

She flips the burner on high

Then basks in the aroma of her broken heart

Waiting to die

It’s ready....

The door bell rings

She answers the door and lets the masked man sing

No fear to hide

She welcomes the Devil inside

He takes her hand and in circles they spin

She forgets where to end and where to begin

No memories to cling onto she gives him her all

Know she’s in the Devil's den and dancing at his ball

Let’s eat....

She hands him the salt

To pour in her wounds

Building his ego as he splits her in two

Nothing but bones to scatter the plates

As they walk away from God's pearly gates

Her blood tastes like wine

As he spits out her beauty

In darkness forever she sleeps

Now the Devil's solder for keep

Dinner is done....

Brandy Lawson