Beelzebub: A Poem

Beelzebub has moved in
To the empty space in my soul
He's stringing up red fairy lights
And making himself at home
He drinks a wicked mix of poisons
That's much too strong for me
Taking shots of dread and doubt
As he lounges on my dormant dreams
He used to keep me up at night
Reciting monologues to the bathroom mirror
But soon his constant, steady drone
Of fear and loathing grew familiar
Now he's claiming squatter's rights
And swears he'll never say goodbye
Burrowed so deep into my soul
He's lost inside and so am I

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This is a poem I wrote about a year ago based on the following prompts: Beelzebub, Fairy lights, Fear and loathing in the bathroom mirror, Squatter’s rights, Lost inside