Devil And I Poem by Jeremy Willson

I heard your whisper last night carried by the wind
I felt happiness and it seemed my heart, it had been mend
But alas the whisper turned to tortured screams
My distraughtness twisted and warped my dreams
My joyfulness was now wicked sorrow
The life I live is ticking away on time I borrow
I crawl across the room to release the pain in my ears
I place cotton balls in my eardrums to silence my tears
They had fallen on the floor shaking the barren Earth
Making tidal waves, causing disasters that beckon rebirth
New life, a new day, a new whisper that brings forth peace
On a tired wandering soul cursed with a cureless disease
Do they call it being heart broken?
No, dare I say my soul has been stolen
By the Devil, by a woman, a seductress
Luring me into the cliff's crags, I enjoyed it I must confess
Then I crashed head first into these jagged rocks
Nevermore to see beauty in a sunrise over wooden docks
Lay a Bible across my chest and burry me upon the shore
Put a cross on my grave as a symbol of the price I bore
The love of one does not measure the scorn of another
And though they call themselves your dreadful lover
What hides beneath their porcelain mascerade is Death
The whisper wasn't theirs, twas an echo of my final breathe