When Imagination Runs Wild [Poetry]

Devil or Angel?

Devil or Angel?

It was unexceptionally amusing
when you hath put your Trust In a being,
without consulting your wise brain,
but going along with your foolish heart.
Into the depths of things,
people called Feelings.

Selflessly, an attribute rare among your race,
you gifted your thoughts and fears to a Soul.
Devil or Angel?

Unaware of the difference,
you let yourself reel with false happiness.
Only Time would have been the Key
to the Lock that revealed the Truth, 
for what was the Soul's disguise?

You gave your time,
your best smiles,
your purest love and darkest secrets to the Soul,
you believed was the Angel who was saving you from the Pits of Hades.

The Soul was no Angel,
But the Devil himself.
The Devil, 
who used you only for the sake of his enjoyment
so that he could quench his thirst
for entertainment to lighten up his mundane days.

The Soul,
who took what you gave,
and drained you.
To this point,
where there was nothing left.
It was empty. Null and void.

Nothing left to give away because it was already taken.
Blessing in disguise, an illusion,
proved false
when this Devil who had adorned himself with the Wings of an Angel,
robbed you of your priceless possessions
and left you to wither away
and be swallowed
by the trepidations
of this ruthless World.

~

-Sash.