The Devil
All this pain
Can't escape my brain
It's taken control
Eating out at my soul
I think I've become the devil
Who has ever reached this level?
My feelings, confused
In disarray, with chaos fused
Leave me alone
With the battles I've fought
The monsters I've grown
Are stronger than thought
Hope? No - This is no way to cope
Peace? Slain - it festers as disease
Faith? Lost and burried I would saith
Strong? This is where you're in the wrong
I'm no longer me
This is the devil speaking
You don't want to see
Be careful what you're seeking
Every day burns, a living hell
Good and bad blurred - I no longer dwell
No fence to sit, no soul left to defend
My truth is the devil’s, and this is the end.
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