the right reasons and a wrong spirit

no. there is nothing wrong at all with stepping into a merchandise store to gather a few good essentials - the house needs some fixing, the library has been emptied out, the dog is howling for more treats - along the way i'll just stop for some coffee breaks. some croissant eclair sprinkled with fairy dust, the kind that turns the sweet sweeter, the bitter fades - what a spirit! the jubilation, the upbeat tell tale signs are wrapped up in a red ribbon with a dead end knot the finest scout cannot untie. take a scissors to snap it away, to find out that mysterious thump within, like a clockwork robot eager to spill all those frenzied stories he hears late at night but the cords have become like steel, they do not pay attention to metal sharp. go away. the scratching inside is like a booming sound in my head howling like a dog losing his favorite treat. tick tock, tick tock: moments become years with a tide that had reached a crest. then it all fell flat, as waves go, the sudden crash of dystopia meeting unrealistic sweetness no longer held back by bitter gone. fairy dust, like the booming in my head exploding with one gigantic swell of a iron cord bursting from rust, decay and something else. a magician outside, a spirit from hellish fiends grins, mutters. i tried to tell you yah? they say the devil tries to be a friend, get real close, only when the outcome only goes 1 way - and it's always been "my way or the high way" and it's not hard to guess who my is: for between me and the devil or his cohort, i pale in comparison when one has touched eternity, i've caught the veil, the spirit dressed in a magician's robe took the last laugh while replaying memories, i did try to warn didn't i? i can't be blamed for some technical fault - the bitter got more bitter, the sweet fades, fairy dust has run out.