Sleeping with the Devil

I invite the devil to bed with me.
It was a stormy night.
The rain washed me into his arms.
The devil is warm.
I try to maintain a sense of composure,
but my heart beat slows when the ice freezes over.
I hang on to his warmth
to fight the cold.

Street lamp illuminates my bedroom window.
I write by the glow of the rain.
The devil twitches in his sleep.
No comfort for takers.
No justice for liars.
I pray for something to pray for.
Numb from the cold,
there is no hope in my room tonight.

Wash me away, island storm.
Ocean swell and steal my vessel.
Free my being from this endlessness.
Restless, now as the devil barley stirs,
I give until I am nothing.
Empty apologies warrant empty forgiveness.
The lightning reveals I am barely anything left.