My first date with the devil took place when I was still a child, and many miles and trials from heart and home. It is a necessary mistake for me to write about this, for the sorry story that soon follows has never once left the darkest depths of my early-affected dome. Ten tragic years, give or take, of being on the run.. The scene is set under a West-Indian sun, where the oceans are green and my thoughts were mean. Child’s play became foul play became inexhaustible, (detri)mental decay.. but to claim responsibility for my actions is to surrender to what happened, a spirit murdered, a soul now blackened.. I COULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY. Please, I want nothing more than to shift blame upon the devil for the (un)doings of that day, but despite where he led me, it was my body that fed his greed. It was I who did the deed.
Unbeknownst to her, I see our dark past glinting in those wonderfully innocent eyes every time she looks at me and tells me that she loves me. I will never forgive, I will never forget.. The suffering isn’t over yet.