And the devil laughs at our folly,
for the game is rigged,
and he who wins
has lost his soul:
a wager to the shadows
that concealed the cruelty
of his intentions.
I saw the devil’s smirk
on my face this morning
when I looked in the mirror,
and asked myself things
I never thought I would.
“Isn’t it funny
how people deceive you
into loving them,
but then say your love’s untrue?”
And the devil saw,
and knew I was his equal.
He told me how I am ‘the one’,
but also that it matters not:
for every victory robs you of essence,
and the devil’s kiss had been one too.
It was the deepest red
(as desire always is),
and it reeked of a poison
I could never wash off.
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