Devil on my Shoulder
a limerick
The terror comes every night
And I’ve given up my fight
It’s impossible to know
How long until I go
I thought I could make it right
It stares at me through eyes of red
The thought of it swirling through my head
Its razor teeth
Its breath full of heat
And now it wishes me dead
This beast once came only in sleep
But in waking corners, it now peeps
Reality twists and contorts
The time between sleep distorts
Its harvest it now comes to reap
When I think I’m awake
The creature takes and takes
It sucks me dry
Until only it exists below the sky
And renders all other creatures are fake
I’ve tried to stop it
But it convinced me of its profit
That it could stop the pain
And bring calm like the rain
Until I woke in a pool of vomit
I know it was a lie
But I bought the whole pie
The beast wrung its hands
While he canceled all my plans
So now to only it I comply
At first, it was a joy
For company, I could now enjoy
But everything else ran away
Like ships departing a bay
Now I exist in its employ
I thought I woke from this nightmare
Maybe I’d no longer have to fear
That I had escaped to ground level
But now all I see is the devil
In these neon lights and cold beer
About the Creator
Matthew Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of random knowledge. The best way to find your perfect story is to write it yourself.
Here there be dragons, and knights, and castles, and quests for entities not wishing to be found.
Comments (2)
Very deep. Well done.
Fantastic Matthew! A really good take on the dangers of alcoholism, or just drinking for the wrong reasons.