He was different
the moment he left the hospital
In a moment of unconsciousness
his soul had been robbed

He was left limp and helpless

His only way to regain power
was to stalk his prey
and take us mere humans
in his cold, metallic hands
and crush us
and break us
squash us like ants
wipe off our meaningless blood
make us something less
make us feel the nothingness
in his hard and hollow chest.

When you hear the word devil
The first thought that comes to mind
Is of a little red man with horns
He embodies evil, stands for darkness
And in theory, you know to always avoid him
Theory is far different from practice however
And the devil is a crafty man
Assuming many guises, hoping to ensnare you
He can be the most beautiful person in the world
Because he once was an angel, God's favorite
And though he has fallen from grace, his past remains

I never thought the devil would trick me
I was faithful, vigilant
I chose to seek out good people and live a life full of love
Little did I know, those good people
Were servants of the devil
Casting a facade, drawing me in
Ultimately, an attempt to destroy me was made
And though I did not perish
I am left a broken man
Unable to love, or trust
Because of two people, who seemed so wonderful
Who were actually the devil in disguise
Determined to crush my soul

His emotions were programmed
when it came to
sad movies,
telenovelas
and other *******

But nonexistent when it came to us mere humans.

We both hid from the odor
of bitter almonds
like children from punishment
like water from oil

And

when we have our cup of coffee
the black goes
endless and
deep

What could be more miraculous than that?