Poem - Long Time In The Making...

This poem has been stirring in my soul for quite a while now, and tonight I finally set it free. It will probably be revised and even lengthened eventually, but this is the first draft. Let me know what you think.

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Ride With The Devil
by Tyler Trimm

It was close to midnight
Though I don’t remember
Because of the rain…
Liquored ghosts and coked-up spirits
Played the atmosphere
Like a thousand violins
In Hell’s glittered orchestra.
He saw me standing right there
In the parking lot, in black…
And he wore yellow,
Yellow of all colors!
What a fucking joke –
A ray of sunshine
A beam of happiness
Just beyond my grasp.
He didn’t seem to notice me
Hanging on to his every word
Praying his eyes would meet mine
Or maybe he did…
He’s tricky that way.
I watched him drain the bottle
Of crystalline poison
And fling it into the woods –
How violently he threw it
When just a moment ago
It was his dearest friend.
I wanted to follow him,
I wanted to chase after him,
Maybe to hear him say my name
Maybe for his acknowledgement
Maybe for the chance
For his lips to touch mine
Maybe even just to say, “Hello”
But I didn’t, and neither did he.
I wanted to find the poison bottle
And touch my lips to it
Hoping to taste something of him
But the orchestra played on
And I was caught in the Nightmare Waltz…
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It would have been much easier
Had he just shot me in the head
And ended it… oh, but no,
He shot me in the heart instead
And let me bleed slowly…
Because Lucifer tortures
Without killing.
He ravished the succubus
In his arms, in his kisses
Dancing in the poisoned air
His own personal sabbat
And I, his own personal audience.
And then the thunder cracked –
Too much fucking irony,
If you ask me…
The rain bashed the earth
As I ran through the parking lot
My glasses blurry
With a different rain…
Everything wavered, the world shifted -
Demons danced before me
Shapeshifting and screaming
Bashing their violins
Against the wet concrete.
He had already gone inside
Hand in hand with the succubus
And I would see him no more.
I’ll bet that poison bottle
Was shattered into a thousand pieces.
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Into Acheron’s Court I went,
And sat before him –
The darkest of all judges
Wearing yellow.
It was all my fault
I was to blame
And the punishment
Was eternal damnation.
And I believed it
So therefore I was damned.
And he slammed the gavel
Against my beating heart.
And I went home in the rain…
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“I want you to do bad things
to me,” he had said –
Does killing you count?
You tempter of mortals,
You devourer of souls.
You heathen bastard
Fallen from grace.
When Lucifer calls, children,
Do not call back.
For when you ride with the devil,
You ride alone.

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