devil wants a piggy back
and all the snakes promise that they're your friend
even after you've won, confusion contends
and there's a pile of letters you're too sad to send
you know that there's been some kind of mistake
and no truth to enjoy in your sleep or your wake
it seems peaceful in the middle of the lake
away from where waves ceaselessly break
when the devil on your back is too heavy to hold
and he says that it's warm but you only feel cold
you need to go all-in but he grins and shouts, "fold!"
and what he calls fresh looks to you just like mould
you can trick yourself into being okay
the deafening silence cannot lead the way
following the norm is a waste of a day
you know that there's only one thing you can say
it starts with an 'f' and it ends with a 'k'
you see in the middle but outside is grey
now all you can do is just let it all happen
clench both your fists and get your toes tappin'
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
