Gambling with The Devil

There are many pages in this book of mine that will remain unwritten; I will say nothing of untold stories. My words disappear as the sun comes up, it is dawn now, and I must stop. I have drunk too much and smoke my lungs away. Will you understand my demon? This is me, no one else.

I struggle to function outside the confines of what I have created. I do not like other people, they disturb me. I only want them when they suit me. I am a steppenwolf. I shall entertain this solitude until it aches me.

It is dawn now. The hour I detest the most. I shall quietly lie in my cloud until the sun is at its highest and I will try to be, but not become. It is so hard my demon, I will play the game but never win.