THE DEVILS DUST

It was hard; I had no time,
Out of the crowd I ran to commit a crime.

I would often think is this the way,
To live my life, to pass each day.

Obsessed with money a banknote ride,
It was in my blood, this I did not deny.

The shop window began to grow,
Easing of running I began to slow.

Gold rings I had so much praise,
Eyes transfixed my smiling gaze.

But at my back I turn to hear,
To see my invisible double standing near.

You will only end up the devil dust,
Forever locked in the ashes of lust.

My mind invaded to a private place,
But I gladly open, I gladly embrace.

For I need not live a life of crime,
If only I could alter time.

So time could consume it could devour,
And take me back to normality's power.