running under the street lights

a spiked drink in my left hand

cigarette in the other one

heart speeding and smile widening

lost friends looking for me

as I let myself free

dangerous eyes around me

permanent hands on my body

a destroyed temple

I just don’t care

hurts less to do so

drink my way up to heaven

as I take the stairs down

I’m not scared

I’ve already met the devil

it’s not a demon with horns

it’s not living in hell

look around you

you’re already there

surrounded by devils

disguised as blessings

so next time you run under the street lights

do not follow the helpless cries

coming from the dark

evil does not care if you have a family

evil does not need your greatness

it thrives on your begging screams

and takes your soul with no empathy