The face of Diablo
No one knows the devil’s face
The Diablo making a face or a physical body is child’s play
So many forms this Diablo melds into
Sheds into the skin of a snake
Wears the skin of a human
Tempts as a dashing man
Seduces as a beautiful woman
Diablo’s only desire is to play with mankind like toys from a toy chest
Cunning, clever
Mischievous, berserk
Diablo’s greatest cunning lives in us
Burrowed deep down in our rib cages
Tucked out of sight they live
Our most devious, indecent and darkest tendencies, desires and thoughts
Diablo’s fingers brush the edges of our minds
Lips pressed against our ears
Fiddling with the evil that’s buried deep down
When the piece of Diablo that is hidden within all of us rises to the surface
When it bubbles from the pit between our ribs
To see Diablo’s smiling face
One only needs to look in the mirror
Hell is behind the Door
The locked door in your mind trembles
Monsters yearn to break free
Their voices are wet, dripping with poison, tar and saliva
They whisper, tempt and plead to be let out
But you know what those nightmares do
They would desecrate your temple of a body
They would have you carve away at yourself
Everything that made up your being would slowly spill out
Hell is place you created to lock those monsters away
You swallowed the key so they could not escape
But you must stay attentive
The door does not disappear
It remains
Waiting