The little black devil

I live inside a small sleek black thing that is touched daily by the dirty hands of many. My home gets swiped carelessly covered in grease. The entrance here is a button that brings up the time, and weather. For you convenience only my dear.

Past the entrance is the hallway where other colorful, and supposedly useful items litter the walls. Along these walls are words and I can’t recall what they mean. But my bedroom is full of emptiness like a hole that never got filled in a decaying house. My little apartment is built for the convenience of others, and not me.

I want to be turned on only when you need me, and I want rest when my power bleeds red. You can call on me in an emergency, but if you use me too much I might not be available. The little place I call home is easily damageable by falling on the ground, or getting covered in water. I am only as great as you treat me.

Your minds want me constantly. Desiring to see past my front door, and into my whole place consistently crunching at letters and expecting it to send right away. If I should delay for even a second my home might get replaced by another. I fear not for the apartment but for the other devil who will see into your life, and become a drone to your everyday routine.

I am special- We made a bond that day

You and I made a pact the day your hands picked me up, and turned me on at the local adopt a devil store. I’m the reason your lovers keep leaving finding your improper words sent directly to another. I’m the one who tries to cover up those photos you don’t want others to see. Yet, here we are- breaking in two.

You want a new sleeker version of me

Not every devil is the same you know? I thought you loved me but your going to throw my home aside for a new one. I’m going to be cold as I get picked apart like left over dinner. Did you ever think how it feels to be used everyday and then tossed away? Do you know what it means to be a dedicated devil catering to your every whim?

Your taking my apartment away with me in it…its like living inside a burning home — and I write this -delete- -delete- you keep erasing our dreams- and soon me.