Devilchild

Why must you always yourself hide?
Can't help your soul has died, Devilchild.
Is there nothing good inside of you,
and must you ever Evil's bidding do?
That tiny spark of light is gone, Devilchild.
Yet, some of those lonely nights you cried
Can't relight the golden glow that is gone,
and it's worse 'cause of what you've done.
Still there could be hope for you, Devilchild.
If it's hell or heaven forever, you decide.