Dreamt of smoke without fire.
April 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
“Smoke without fire.” Bright Eyes.
I knew the devil once, yeah. I did. At least that’s what he told me he was. What he asked me to call him. You must always approach people like that with a certain wide eyed caution. Know your enemy. His clothes weren’t what you’d expect. No long coats or Halloween style madness from his coat hangers. No pointing shoes or red to speak of. No horns. Normal dress. Well, not normal, like you and me. He spoke soft. Apologetic at times. But graphic. Unreserved. Not ashamed of the things he’d done and the trouble he caused. Just a man. “Your no devil” I thought and cast his claims aside like spent shells. Just a very childish man with very loud gun that the whole world happened to hear. But then again, the greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world he didn’t exist.