few have seen the devil in me
i keep him hidden away
locked in a vault
reinforced by years of
steel vices
and scar tissue
and jagged edges of
beautiful broken things
in solitary confinement he sits
in flames and in ice
but that tough son of a bitch
will not starve
will not shrivel
away
no matter how much I
exorcize him
and feed him poison
and suffocate him in
sex and smoke and
hope
he breaks free
on random weekend nights
when it’s just him and I
and the thing is
I cannot tell
if writing about him
keeps him in
or lets him out
what the hell