There’s a devil hanging above my crotch

I feel there’s somebody in me trying to unlock the darkness that I posses, I don’t know whether it is the book that I read or the movie that I watch but all I can feel is the sense of lecherousness that holds my side. I walk hand in hand with the devil seeking pleasure at even the slightest moments of delusional fulfillment and momentary happiness. It has no face not a mask that I can withdraw. I don’t know if the fictional characters that pull out my seemingly inconspicuous self or is it my parents that I discourse on matters that only affect me. I want to name the devil, talk to it, explore my wilderness that I haven’t had the keys to or I can simply bring in the dead and channelize it to make me cast in a Martin Scorsese movie. There is no one, I know it is reproducing and carrying the burden of the offspring’s of the devil make me even more wild that even the pettiest of provocation invites a war. I don’t end up questioning the devil because it is a part of me trying to uncover the secrets that I don’t possess, changing the narrative, carving my niche in forest of sorcery and undressing my mind with its unkempt power of hysteria. Its command is my response and its temptation is my argument, I don’t feel the urge to succumb to its politeness because the devil offers no mercy. The things that I am conversing are the devil that is practicing shorthand. I have to announce that this devil has improved, structured and orchestrated its own path where the devil it along with its charisma walks the way with a sense of entitlement. I can insert my hairy fingers inside my ears and further up the hypothalamus and cerebellum and pull out the devil and wank it on the floor, cover it with a thousand plastics and watch it survive and crawl back into me but I don’t lurk for that and my reasons are plausible and unconventional. The devil needs me and I ought to protect its tiny gris body, a body that is capable of ruining me, a body that is capable of transforming and a power that I behold to converse with it and play the submissive/dominance game. My devil says that you all have devils peering into your eyes that want to stay nevertheless they are competitive hosts which do not comply easily. The devil wants a home not a transient one but a mind that is obedient and supportive because even the devil has its ups and downs.