Diabolical Streak

Slave to good intention.

Mastermind the great.

A victim to the culprit,

Of finding out too late.

So I linger in the hallway.

One story down below.

Longing for a 45 revolver 

And a 62 bordeaux.



But you're the only one who can please me.

You're the only one.



I hear the creaks in the floorboards.

A firmament above.

I can chart the course of your star.

Like a dirty hand in glove.

And I'm lurking in the holes.

Creeping cross the corners.

Cuddle up so soft and safe.

Close your eyes and calculate.



One to nullify the pain.

Two to make it real again.

Three please give me one to grow on.

Four my recompense.

Five don't leave me in suspense.

Six promise not to peak.



My diaboliical streak.