Where the Devil Sleeps

Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine    
sun pinching through a hole      
in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window    
smell of urine on the sheets    
turn the spigot--- no water from the well    
dismayed i stare down the hall    
i know where the devil sleeps    
cigarette burnt to the filter    
ash falling to the floor    
pain not as bad as the first few times    
rolls over i sneak out the door    
tip toe into the abyss    
no more tears left to weep    
don't know about heaven and hell    
but i do know where the devil sleeps