The Devil Dressed In Blue Jeans Poem by chris schwartz

Some nights are okay,
Then there are others,
That you seem to creep into
Like Death.
You seem to finalize
Every part of me
That ever felt alive,
And those that I have loved,
You have finalized them too.
I cannot rise above your torture.
Through the portrait in my mind
I painted you black,
But you have managed to
Seep through even
That darkness,
In an even darker hue,
That covers the canvass
Of my life.
I still, cannot believe,
That I once held your hand
And trusted
My heart to you;
To evil.
These nights,
When your darkness seems
To awaken me
Are when I realize
That you are truly a distraction
From the Devil himself
And that Heaven
Still awaits
Me
In the Final Hour.