Sadistic Side

There’s a small chance
that I have a sadistic side
who thoroughly enjoys
when people get served
karma on a silver platter,
fed by a silver spoon,
served fresh but cold,
while someone massages it
down their throats
But that’s why I keep her
locked away, with no key in sight

✨Deferential Devil✨

Blackout

Candles flicker as a clock ticks
and a tree creaks by the window
the padding of a black cat,
heard, but unseen in the shadows
while sirens wail through the night
distant and insistent
While cold seeps like a gas
to fill the once warm room
all within a silence so loud
one could hear it from afar

✨Deferential Devil✨

Simple

It’s painful to hear the doubt
to see fear surfacing
as they grasp at anything,
and hope the force fed lies aren’t real
while the stark reality of it all
floats ever higher
threatening to burst free
and rain down dirty,
inevitable truths
that monsters
aren’t always made up
of complicated and tangled lies
but are instead
made from the simplest of truths

✨Deferential Devil✨

Talk

I want to talk about the universe,
and the psychology of people
The amazing way someone creates
and how it makes me feel
We can discuss the weather,
but only about how it forms

Let’s talk about dreams,
ambitions and failed auditions
Let’s reach for the stars,
paint constellations in our hearts
and sail the sky,
with whimsy at the helm

✨Deferential Devil✨

Lost

He carried me on his shoulders
and loved me through and through
I always felt important
when I saw his eyes of blue

So when the call came
and woke the dead of night
It painted a ghastly picture
of a tired mans glassy flight

The holiday became a sad one
and pain lingered every year
sometimes fading, sometimes present
but always exceptionally clear

✨Deferential Devil✨