Devil Sat on my Chest

A Devil sat on my chest.

I should not have been impressed,

for he had waited for this long

to have this pain prolonged.

My chest is heavy; breaths are weary

my pain is real through the absence still.

I won't let go, as he will so

my sadness to him, I will bestow.

A strange relationship we will have

on grief and pain, he will feast

as I wait for them to cease

and soon he will be put to sleep

until the time comes to wake up with a weep.

Alone I won't be left

for my devil in a different form will manifest.

A memory he will become,

that I won't be willing to overcome.

And when my devil grows big and strong,

a battle there will be lifelong.

Who will win I don't know,

each other, we will try to woe

to the other side to come.

A Devil sat on my chest.

I should not have been impressed,

for I have waited for this long

to have this pain be gone.