The Devil and I - Part I
I have a lesson of how Satan stole my shattered soul.
He prayed on my wounded heart,
while leading me into temptation.
I was trapped in a spell.
My indiscretions took over my life
leading me down the darkest path of desolation.
A breath from rock bottom,
I was moments away from having a soul.
Life was bleak. Life was dreary.
I used to be happy, pretty, and sweet.
Instead, I had lost all decency.
I called upon all inevitable
mortality—a rapid false end to all my
problems and pain.
Everything I had was sold while
my home became a broken shell,
faded in second to my cold sweats, anxiety, and shaking
despair in the clutches of evil.
I was so low and out of control.
My life meant nothing as I chased after the devil’s gold.
In one sole direction I was
…falling…falling...into eternal loss and
soon straight to my death.
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