I've seen the devil tonight,
in the alley behind the store.
He was avoiding all the light
to hide the ragged clothes he wore.
I did not go near the man,
he stank of booze and excrement.
He begged for change with his tin can,
but I ignored him as I went.
I've seen the devil tonight,
he searched a trashcan for some food.
I was disgusted at the sight
and, passing, kicked him with my boot.
He fell to the dirty ground
and cried and whimpered at my feet
as piss in puddles spread around
and as his trousers filled with shit.
I've seen the devil tonight,
a syringe hanging from his veins.
His heart had given up the fight
as drugs and booze had killed his brain.
Nauseated at the sight,
I kick the corpse, my stomach churns,
I throw a match, it's set alight,
and I smile as the devil burns.
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoetryAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
