the devil

the devil's in the graveyard reading names

of all the ones he tripped up on the way

he sits down in the moonlight

wipes his tears

staring at the white rose that he placed

in front of the grave he visits each day since she slipped away

the devil hides his blue eyes in his hand

he wipes away the last tears as he stands

he hears her voice so clearly on the breeze

she's singing like an angel to his weakest knees

so he twists off the cap and tips his head back for that sweet relief

the devil's walking slowly on the street

towards his empty condo where he'll creep

the silence of his bedroom before he slips

into his every nightmare as he sleeps

he sees her bright smile at the heavenly gates as he's turned away