SelfPub: It seems that Demon around ...

It seems a Demon has about a quarter of a century.
Maybe minus one. Or plus two.
The Demon - a new goal. A new victim.
But the Demon loses his Zen. And this is - nothing.
The demon was cast to play the man's fate.
The grin loses its nerve. A lost glance.
Speaks to her carefully and timidly.
The demon loses his Zen. I must admit.
He still wants to put out about it... cigarettes.
Wringing his fingers. And to the blood bite.
But the Demon falls in love. The demon is no laughing matter.
The demon loses his Zen. And this is... happy.