I’m about to tell you the truth,
the shadow of a lie.
I live in you,
because I have no other place to go to.
In you I found refuge,
a fortress in the stormy times.
I am destitute and hungry,
but you gave me shelter and food.
Why should I harm you,
when all you’ve done to me is good.
And you constantly accuse me of your calamities and wiles.
With all due respect I’m just another victim of circumstance seeking help.
Please don’t send me away.
you’ve just been spitting words
I’m trying to comprehend.
I don’t know who you are
even from your voice.
Please may I know who is on the phone?
“It is me your friend, the devil.”