I get high with your eyes like a flame

Gazing deep within my imagination, I can’t help but to find the guilty pleasure of spinning in the devils grave. I stare at him in the eye noticing all the sin hes done in the past, getting high like a flame as he gives me that fiery smile. We laugh like an abundant group of children in a playground, exchanging looks of deceit to each other. I sit and wait for him to trigger his other move, I wait for him to try to get inside me and take over; or is my shield too strong for him? I notice that minor grin and the smile in his eyes. I think he caught on that I’m not stupid, or is he reading my mind? The energy rises between this grave; starting to hear the clapping of the thunder and the roaring of the ocean. I notice a dim light grows within my heart  rapidly; known as a sign of strength and a sign that someone is there to help me. This time he wont defeat me again, I promise myself that it will never happen.