His Devils Had Him
It wasn’t a mystery any longer
After some intense attention,
Making notes of the truth behind
His continued downward spiral.
Wanting to figure out where it started
Which to him had never been clear,
Although it all coincided with what ended
The growth of his spirit and his hair.
Having uprooted lives for his convenience
Leaving so many fallen into rubble,
But still banking on his innocence
While withdrawing from their upheaval.
After slighting love and losing
Now trying to put together pieces
Yet still unable to face the effect
From the cause of his old choices
The tragedies that he dreaded
Were born in mild untruths and fibs
As he buried many victims
Into the graveness his cunning would dig
It was the curd of his deceit
Having soured into false pride
That had fouled up his potential
No silver lining his cloudy grey skies
Some of his toughest calculations
Were accounting for his evil ways
When his devils had him cornered
Between a precipice and a hard place
He could hardly have imagined
That the abandonment of his spirit
Locking out love at every angle
Would so acutely cause his decent.
The truth of himself scared him
Figuring out how his corrosion had come
From all his artificial sweetness
While his heart remained numb
It was coming to these conclusions
That had caused his heart attack
For the honesty had been too much
To survive the pains of looking back.