Devil

The devil’s in my bed, entangled in every thread. The warmth a calling comfort, from the ice that fills my head.

She’s a garden so divine, a feast fit to dine. One hasty misstep, and you’re ensnared in the vines.

You can see the familiar lies, pouring from my eyes. Be forewarned, as you sink in my molasses guise.

Slippery, shifting panes, contorting every gaze. You try to grasp the shore, impossible through the haze.

You feel yourself start to fade, your ego all she bade. The glass starts to shatter, and lays bare the masquerade.