Mephistophelean

You refused my entry into your soul,
A mystified subject in my eyes,
I wasn’t allowed to see through your skin,
Where the answer to my questions lye,

It was then I stood before the door,
Dark and heavy but susceptible in its demeanor,
It’s contents a mystery I had long since fathomed,
Not knowing I’d discover in myself a dreamer,

I needed not press or attempt,
You untwisted,
In webs tied and bent,
The way you existed,

I cried into my soiled hands,
Perhaps wishing to cleanse them of the dirt,
The waste of reality bleeding me of confidence,
I couldn’t touch where it hurt,

I walked along the dark road,
Consumed by the shadows of devils,
The razorblades and water took less of me,
Than the hate in which I reveled,

But I wake from my sleep eventually,
And the tears dry with the dieing of Mephistophelean screams,
Once Mephistophelean thoughts linger and vanish,
And the Mephistophelean you ceased with my dreams.


Mephistophelean- a person, thing, thought or action that represents
wickedness, trickery and/or lies.
 
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