Sympathy for the Devil

Laughter is his only fault
with a scar of angst
scrawled into his mind
with bloodshot eye
he stares into the
depth of the light
and makes no move
to hold back
with bittersweet kisses
and off-tune curses
like watery roses
in the muddy streets.
He makes a gesture
flattering, slowly
bending the words
into the sad blues
of fantasy that
reality follows,
for my sympathy
for the devil
is merely sympathy
for my soul.

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I watched this and Ballad of Fallen Angels yesterday. It really creeped me out...and then of course I watched SVU which creeps me out even more...

This is part of a collection of poems based on the episode titles of Cowboy Bebop...enjoy my fit of artistic insanity while it lasts....