Dining With The Devil Poem by Mishack O Madubandlela

Creepy, eerie, scary, frightening
But, most of all… DꙘRK
Oh yes! Very dark
Scared of the devil, are you?
Well, too bad. He may be coming for you
Happy as you get dining with your family on Christmas,
that doesn't even begin to cover my joy as I sit only a dinner table across from Him
I don't really know if he's already taken hold of me or I just long for his darkness to rain on me

The treacheries I've been through
trying to be good, trying to do good with all of my soul
I can't believe it has all led to this, my demise!
How did I get here?
Oh, I know! I was the Good Samaritan among all
Maybe if I do things differently, I may get what I want,
what I deserve

The devil in me has proven to be provoked more times than
I've had breakfast
I think now no one can hold it back.
The wrath to be unleashed, the devil on the tip of my tongue
can't stay inside anymore
It's only a shame that those peasants that long to meet him
tend to shy away at his arrival

I can see the despair in your eyes
I can see the terror that brews up in your soul
I can feel your soul ripping to shreds at his glance
That's what happens to those who can't withstand what
they've called for
And maybe I am weird!
But I find that my greatest achievement
It allows me to deal and face the demons I have loaded up in my closet but can't let out!
All because I know if I let you see my skeletons, you'll grind
my bones to powder and get high on my fault lines

I hate it but I love it at the same time
I love how the devil in me is so content
Not starting any feud but you keep pushing and knocking on
the wrong doors!
Keep knocking! Keep knocking, I say! !
Just don't drop your jaws when the doors open
because I'm the one who should help you with that
I hope you keep fit, you'll need all the strength you can get
I don't make promises much but get this; you've done it
now….
It's only a matter of time
I am finally doing the worst possible thing I can do in this life
...as a human

The devil in me dances to your insults.
He indulges in your terror of his strong presence.
I try so hard to open up hoping it'll console the people
around me if he leaves
but how wrong I was…
They tell me that I'm weird and strange
Oh, Thanks for the compliments
I guess I needed that smile and grin on my face
I hope it makes you feel better
Oh yeah! I almost forgot…
I don't give a crappy shit about what you all might think of
the darkness I seem to poses. You know why?
Because you are wrong!
What I carry inside of me is a hundredfold greater and worse than what you think.

I sometimes fear my own presence.
They tell me to go and find myself... my true self
But I look in the mirror and I see glass reflecting the wall
behind me
I don't know where else to look
I fear my own presence but that's like eating my tail to feed
my hunger and grow stronger so…
I see that many of you are good at fighting and running from
the shadows behind you that seem to haunt you,
but you forget you're the ones who are standing in front of
the light

Yeah, I've gone on dates, had diners and lunches
breakfasts and suppers
But I must say…
dining with the devil is the most fearsome, terrifying
experience I've had
Oh... But Here's the kicker; I would never trade it for a vacation to the
Bahamas

I feel at home in the heart of danger
I feel safest in the heart of danger and in everyone's despair
Because I know I am what some fear, some run from
So, don't expect me to be scared of you, lowly mortal
I dine with the devil and toast to greater terrors to my
enemies with blood-red champagne glasses half-filled with blood
Hmm nothing can quench my thirst better

I must say, what we talk about over dinner…
is out of this human world. Literally
And you don't wanna know what's on the table