I looked into the bottom <br />of a wine glass one day <br />And saw the devil winking at me <br />and I said to her, <br />'Why do you lead me <br />on this path of destruction <br />and convince me to make <br />reckless decisions? <br />Why do you let me behave <br />in ways that I know <br />claw holes in my psyche? ' <br /> <br />And she just laughed <br /> <br />So I said, ' <br />Are you mocking me? <br />This is all your fault, <br />you know' <br />It's your fault <br />I'm drinking this wine <br />and acting like a crazy person <br />I'm listening to <br />Your <br />voice in my head.' <br /> <br />and she stopped cheekily <br />shaking her ass at me <br />and looked me straight <br />in the eye <br />and I dropped my glass <br /> <br />listened to it shatter <br />and watched it <br />spray red-pink droplets <br />across my cream carpet <br />like blood and brains <br />out of the back of a suicide victim's head <br /> <br />because the devil <br /> <br />was me <br /> <br />26-02-2005<br /><br />Abbi van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wink/
