The Devil

Does he call my name from the dark, and stop the beating of my heart? The darker side of me is all my eyes can can see. The Devil goes after those who died, all we can do is hide. My soul belongs to him, even though I do not sin. When will I be free, should I get on my knees and plead? The trees have withered, along with the grass. Nature is gone from our grasp. Hell is dark, no life to be seen. No shoulders to lean on, I know what this means. I'm dead and broken, too lost to be saved. My wounds cry for the grave. I just can't kill the pain. I can feel him pull me down, I'm full of anger, I'll soon drown. Your face now haunts my once pleasant dreams, Your voice has chased away all the sanity in me. I wish that i could tell myself that your gone, and though your still here, I've been alone all along.

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