She has a dangerous sense of security
Knowing that death is merely a time
A moment caught in bitter haste
Of what was a perfect crime.
Placid is the day now
Silence is the storm.
Caught up in angers dripping vice
Is not usually her norm.
Today she steals the breath
Of the man that did her in.
Finding something to make the voices
Bleed from their broken sin.
She grabs the nearest device
To try to end the deed.
But Satan succumbs to no woman
As he arrives on his steed.
“So you want to fight the devil?”
He says as he laughs.
“You may steal the day from the public,
But I would have them all on their backs.”
She decides to get the nearest gun
To shoot herself in the head.
Wonders what he would do to her
If she suddenly ended up dead?
She knows he would be angry,
But hell, he’s always that!
So she holds it to her temple
Then Satan tips his hat.
“If I cannot have your body,
Then it is your soul I will take!”
Her mind races for the logic in this
But she really has nothing at stake.
Someone once told her a line;
That the devil hides in the light.
Meaning sometimes he doesn’t hide at all
And he’s eager for the fight!