I learnt to dance with the devil,
for he knew the way inside.
I often let myself be prey
to his disciples,
It's almost as if i never wanted
to break the cycle,
Of being self destructive,
I don't understand it though,
I only want to feel alive,
I didn't ask for sublime,
or for extraordinary highs.
But again and again he comes,
It's as if he left me
a trail of bread crumbs,
as i always follow
with a demented glee.

© VIDHI VALLECHHA