You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel

You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel

The candle wept upon the sill, its sorrow thin and pale,

A trembling light that dared not speak, yet told a deeper tale.

I walked where shadows took their breath, in corridors of sin,

Where whispered vows are carved in bone, and never wear thin.

You sat with flame upon your tongue, and ash within your eyes,

A feast laid out in scarlet cloth, beneath deceiving skies.

The devil poured your wine with care, a smile cold and wide,

You raised the glass without a thought, and drank what burned inside.

The night grew thick with unseen hands that brushed against your soul,

Each secret sin you tried to bury rising from its hole.

You laughed as though the world were kind, as though you stood above,

Yet every step you took was bound by chains you could not shove.

For I had seen the other side, the bed where silence weeps,

Where angels kneel in mourning light, and cradle broken sleep.

She lay beside your hollow breath, her wings drawn tight with grief,

A quiet watcher in the dark, denied her own relief.

Her hands were soft with mercy lost, her voice a dying hymn,

She traced the lines upon your face, now stained and growing dim.

You never felt her fragile touch, nor heard her whispered plea,

For you were lost in darker halls, where you had longed to be.

The devil knew your every thirst, he fed it day by day,

He carved your name in iron flame, and led your steps astray.

Yet still the angel lingered close, though hope began to fade,

A silent prayer upon her lips, in shadows you had made.

The clock struck slow, a mournful sound that echoed through the walls,

A warning lost in empty hearts, where no one ever calls.

You dined again with wicked hands, with laughter sharp and cruel,

While heaven turned its weary gaze from one who played the fool.

And when at last the feast was done, and darkness claimed its due,

You stumbled to the waiting bed where something pure once grew.

The angel turned her face away, her tears too faint to fall,

For even grace must break in time, and answer sorrow’s call.

So sleep you did in borrowed peace, with ghosts beneath your skin,

The devil’s mark upon your lips, the echo of your sin.

And she who loved without a voice withdrew her fading light,

Leaving you to colder dreams that haunt the endless night.

Remember this when shadows stretch and truth begins to crawl,

You cannot serve both flame and grace, nor answer to them all.

For one will claim your waking breath, the other your last cry,

And one will leave you in the dark, while one will let you die.

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