Basement Affairs

Basement affairs,
alone with the devil questioning
his motivational dares.
"Happiness, my love,
would be enjoying the life drain
from a person in hard trial,
visualizing their expression,
it warms my cold heart feasting
upon the bed of corpses
I put together in a pile."
-How sick is he to commit such a deed>
Disgusting and it upsets me,
in OUR dance he's the one to lead!-
"My dear Mr. Devil,
happiness comes when you find
joy in one's company,
not in their early from this life departure
you cause with such pleasure
and mysterious motivation,
when seeking out the loss of loneliness
you don't map out the opposite location.:
...But...
Mr. Devil, your lies make me blush
and my cheeks have turned pink,
for a moment I've considered you're right
and I've understood the way you think.
How sick am I to home such a thought?
Surely for this in my own
mind webs I've been caught.
-Self-destruction is a button we've all pressed
walking on closer to our casket rest.
But within the wishes we are granted,
choice says yes or no, appreciatively ranted.-