My houseguest, Beezlebub

To find the horde in my home, sleeping on my bed wasn’t a surprise 

From their restless cries that mimic the static of my phone 

Anyone would guess that not a singular in this group held will

Power over them was not needed, for the lethargy felt overcame them 

Nor an eye or ear pointed toward my presence, and it was not I couldn’t be seen 

The mind behind the many limbs, thoraxes, and wings did not find me engaging 

So why give me displeasure when you have neither happiness or glee from my pained singing 

Was it routine at this point, the constant feedback of something be it negative or positive 

You did not worry of reverb nor distortion, the past you left behind held so much quality 

I come home now to find you, not to a sense of misery, but numbness 

Have we both lost our spark, a dynamic that would give us both something 

Do we not have loathing, do we not have an escape to past comfort

The aching wounds you caused so many times in this room, mere marks I’ve forgotten 

What’s left are fragments of once a highflyer, a tormentor who presented agonizing solace

Should I rest with you, since we share so much alike

Figments of a sky bound memory, mocking us from this room

I do what I’ve done so many times before, lay within the crawling patterns 

Isolated now within my once great comforting antagonist, I finally understand 

Neither one of us had a chance, either it was splendor or misery 

we both choose the greediest option, to take both without care 

how I envy what we were, oh how I hate what we become