Satin lips
"I guess you heard..."
Smile very sinister
"I'm glad your room is quiet."
Shiver at the heat
which radiates poison

and now I'm wondering how folly
I've been

The devil visited my bedroom last night unexpected
I know I shouldn't have offered
some water and an old mattress
but he looked so exhausted, with eye lids closing over
that I almost forgot why the pits of hell
were such a problem

The house was a mess
When I woke up the next morning
A water bottle empty, dried blood at its mouth
He was gone; and a bright light was stuck
to my kitchen counter
He left me alone with an inkling of doubt

This is out of my reach
Rags don't pick up bright lights
What about some bleach?
Will that make it go away?

He soothed words in my ears while I slept
Dream-like him was even prettier when he said,
"I guess you've heard why I'm here seeking shelter
I could tell by the look on your aristocratic face
I guess you know why I'm here seeking shelter
and running, running, running away..."

He was grateful for quiet refuge
He needs not any attention
We got along cozily, like Man and his pets

In fact, this comfortability we shared
made me curious
and I wondered how folly
I've actually been