called to the devil and the devil did come. i said to the devil, “devil, do you like drums? do you like cigarettes, dominos, rum?”
he said, “only sundown, sundays, christmas.”
some days end when i need a few friends now and again. i could never hope to keep them. thought to give friends what i thought that they wanted, never had they needed a good friend as i’ve been.
don’t get me venting on friends who resent you cause all you’ve ever done is been a noose to hang onto— they thought was a necklace and reckless, they fell into hell where you both hang with nothing to do but scratch, kick, let gravity win.
like fuck this, let gravity win. like… you could leave it all behind. even the devil needs time alone sometimes. you could let it all go, it’s called freefall.
called to the devil and the devil said “quit! can’t be bothered, better handle your shit. keep about your wits, man, keep about your wits. know yourself and who you came in with. can i sit down? i’ve been hustling all day. i can’t even count how many souls i made off the same deal you’re on. remember, the devil ain’t a friend to no one.”
“well, you could let it all go… it’s called freefall.”
called to the devil and the devil said, “hey, why you been callin’ this late? it’s like 2 am and the bars all close at 10 in hell— it’s a rule I made. anyway, you say you’re too busy saving everybody else to save yourself. and you don’t want no help! oh well. that’s a story to tell…
…like you could let it all go, it’s called ‘freefall’. you could let it all go— cause ain’t shit free but falling out, and that shit’s easy! lemme show you how, it’s like 🍃🍂”
