DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

I’m still out to kill my addictions,

Though this may seem a contradiction,

I’ve got to dance with the devil to do so,

Live on the edge and not let go,

Stare down the temptations and refuse,

For I can no longer live that cycle of abuse,

Not only have I harmed myself,

But those closest to me as well,

It’s been a while since I relapsed,

Still each day I have to fend off the cravings of the past.

Strange sounding isn’t it?

To hear me say I’m dancing with the devil for my own benefit,

When he’s the one who brought me,

Yet make no mistake, he has not bought me.

This soul is not for sale,

Definitely not to the gatekeeper of Hell.

A cowardly bastard the devil is,

Always seeking to destroy us in our time of weakness,

There will come a day when I’ll crave no more,

And all praise to God will go that’s for sure,

However, off I am to dance with the devil,

And to know that I’m merely frustrating him with this tango, I shall revel…

-brad