Deal With The Devil Poem by Cloe C

It's so hard to live everyday
And give the perfect act and convey
concealing all my feelings
and wasting my days staring at my ceiling

i stay in bed till dawn
wishing this emptiness would be gone
hardly getting any sleep
just to stay up all night and weep

i distract myself with mindless shows
and rott in my bed and decompose
and the few days I go to work
i beg not to be the popcorn clerk

I have plenty of problems to serve
and I wonder if this is what I deserve
i clean up each movie screening
searching for my life's meaning

i spend my money and time
on things that will never stay mine
i spend the rest
trying to calm down my stress

i convince myself what I need
is to smoke more weed
i light up more blunts
and leave all my problems to confront

my demons talk to me my angels stay mute
they drown my happiness and make it so hard to compute
it feels like I live off sorrow and pain
and happiness feels like something I'll never obtain

I'm happy when I can't feel or see
drinking in an attempt to feel more free
my last few sips
give me a hard grip

some angles are meant to fall from the sky
but don't worry, this is how they learn to fly
Satan outgrew his wings and grew into them
even angels are put out for condemn

he got braver better and bigger
going through everything more vigor
he grew harsh hasty horns
and he doesn't care who he scorns

test the cards and bet your odds
there's not happiness left for me, I've asked the Gods
you see, it doesn't matter the dice
if you know how to pay the price

in an attempt to gain more control
make a deal with the devil and sell your soul
a soul for happiness is a good trade
and the price is already being paid