…diablo…

His slumbering….
His Heavy Breathing turns to smoke and flame
…A daemon stirs in me

His waking weighs heavy….
I loath his inevitable wake of pain and regret
…the struggle to lull the beast

His eyes …balls of searing flame
Stare back at me
This whiskey flares the flames
Singeing our tomorrows

…why must you coax the devil in me?

-Adam J Steele