Devil’s Pit


I close my door
as my eyes.
I cross my legs,
as my heart.

I am in an eerie void.
The words I sound
bounce from the walls.
I am no longer in my dorm.
I am in the Devil's pit,
and I am merely his spit.

My reminiscence of his cold advice
still is frozen in my ears as if it were ice.
"Take this knife
and jab it in your eye.
You are not worth
even a second of time."

My thoughts are restrained.
I feel hollow, I feel drained.
I am in the Devil's pit,
and I am beginning to resemble him a bit.

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