Self Demons

Pacing here, writing in agony
Waiting here for what I couldn't see
The demon of temptation, smiles and smirks
Within the shadows, he awaits and lurks

"Abraxas!" I shout, turning away
Hoping under God's will I won't be swayed

"Everyone lies, what's wrong with that?
Can't you see? It's nothing abstract
She's lying to him; he's lying to her,
It's nothing out of the ordinary if you may concur."

"No, no, that's not right. It can't be true,
You don't know what they've been through."
He approaches me with sinister eyes
And looks at me, teaching me to lie

"There are white lies, good lies,
Beautiful and sad lies
They all cater to the question why
Some are planned, some improvised."

I pull my gaze away, disheartened
His words to my world like a blade unsharpened
Tearing apart what was my reality
Rapidly showing life's brutality

"Maybe it's true, maybe you're right
Thanks to you I now see the light
Maybe she doesn't love me, maybe she does
Maybe it was to her all, 'just because' "

"Yes," he answers, "it was just a game
No matter what she says, it won't be the same
She lied to you, don't cover it up
Humanity itself is just that corrupt."

I nod to him, for I know that she
Trying to hide her true self, was fatigued
And as if reading my thoughts, my mind
He walks up to me with a heavy sigh

The demon whispers, "Lie to her.
Lie to her and find someone better."