Is the devil there with you? Can you taste him?

What lies did you spread when you sat there all alone in the dark? Back against the wall. Your eyes a crimson desert, sunken moons. Nothing but cinders remain, sparkling slick on a wicked tongue, forked towards the unknowing. Fire casting shadow puppets upon the wall. Split lip, bloody and bruised. Singed carpet corner demarcation line.

Make no mistake, there is no higher ground.

And me—

I’ll be right there with you… dancing barefoot on hot coals with horns bursting out of my skull. Put your hand in mine, feel it: the heat of skin and bone. There is no going back.

I’ll guide you through the end.