Little Red Demon

i barely now remember
the winter night i spent
talking to the little red
demon, who only cared
to remind me of what i had
so often thought before.

he wasnt quite a dream,
wasnt quite an imagining,
wasnt quite real in any way
that i have ever known before

he could have came
he could have left
because all he did was to
remind me of what i had
so often thought before.