|I Was Married to the Devil.
By Margie on 07/24/2008
I tried to write a melody to a song that went unsung,
The moment that I fell in love, the game had just begun.
I walked right up to my demise, I thought I felt the rapture,
I had no way of knowing I was perfect for the capture.
I followed my heart blindly, abandoned all my scenses,
Never gave a second thought to any consequences.
At first he seemed to me to be so clever, fun, and kind,
But that was just a cover up to hide what lay behind.
With evil honed perceptive skill, my weaknesses detected,
Never knowing all the while my heart had been rejected.
In arms that I had clung to, I thought that I was rescued,
But the grip that held me tightly, promised only to abuse.
Inturnally I was beaten down, then put upon display,
This was the twisted nature of the evil game he played.
Provoked and manipulated, made me out to be a freak,
Then lined up all he could to come and take a peak.
In this state of confusion, I appeared to be capricious,
With all attention on me he was seen as only credulous.
He played me with demonic pride, tore my world apart.
I resigned to be a prisoner in his brimstone plated heart.
There it was I sat alone, in the darkness of dispair,
He almost had me broken of my need to even care.
But one thing that he over looked, or thought he could defeat,
Because of him I found the strength to rise unto my feet.
I was married to the devil, but my soul he could not break,
Forced to face my bigger demons, was the base of his mistake.
I faced my fears that fed him, released my grip upon his arm,
The power he held over me no longer holds it's charm.
© By Margie On 7/24/2008 1:57:06 AM