Simple and stupid things from a stupid and simple person

dancing with the devil

I am in love with the devil. He dances with me under a cold and empty sky that reminds me so much of his heart. When he dances with me I dont notice the knives hes placed in my back or the shackles hes put around my heart, dancing with him is like a lovely and painful forget me potion. He moves me around the dance floor by a chain around my neck and I call it the tango, he throws me into the fiery pits of despair and I call it the waltz. He makes me forget the pain of the dance and see the beauty of the bleeding heals and broken ankles, but when he steps away from the dancefloor and let's me sit and ponder about everything it is then when I realize that he is still the devil and I am but one of his victims, being tortured day after day and yet I choose to dance with him; because in my eyes, dancing with the devil and forgetting about all the damage is better than finding someone to fix it. Because I know fixing it will hurt so much more in the beginning.