what the devil

There we were, together again, all my demons and me.
Dancing about in my heart and head like it was 1999.
I tried to drown them with beer.
I tried to reason with them; cut a deal, right?
I tried to change my mind into an intricate maze where one or all might get lost.
I thought I could handle them alone but I was wrong.

This morning, the devil is sleeping in my bed.
I tip-toe around and try not to disturb him but he knows I'm awake.
He does not rise.
He does not move.
He is not worried that I might escape.