The Devil's Dine and Dash

The art of words is dead,
yet, here I am again.

All of the built up, powerless frustrations,
writhe and wry.

We work so hard to build ourselves up,
but we all know what happens when we reach the top.

My trust view has been askew,
while I drink, dance and dine with the devil.

Do you believe in pure evil?

I do.

Manipulators often finds comfort within their own fucked up, twisted life.