The ArgumentThe devil is in the details,The obscure logic The creation of hungerThe soul can only...

The Argument

The devil is in the details,

The obscure logic

The creation of hunger

The soul can only disappoint,

For the strife that tongues

Have lashed to their voices

As painless nerves

Run like rivers

Coursing through the bodies of dreams,

Crashing heads against cold pavements,

This life is my disease

And how I intend to battle my mortality,

Is by signing the contract

That never seems to age

Unlike the devil that sits across from me.