the SIXTH of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i have a devil on my shoulder.
he infects my thoughts with obscenity and anguish,
yet i find so much fucking comfort in him.
reminding me i'm not alone. he watches. every movement.
i ache for him; soon, he tells me. i trust him.
i sold my soul, for i am his, after all.

take me back!