5 August 2012
His eyes are lit up like flames.
His glare burns my eyes, he laughs at my suffering.
He is pleasured by the pain I'm in.
He watches me scream and sob as he takes me away.
Torturing me for my mistakes.
I look up, staring at the angels one last time.
Before I'm dragged away, leaving everything behind.
"I'm not supposed to be here" I scream and cry
"It's too late for that" The devil sighs.
I fight against him but he's too strong.
Maybe I'm supposed to be here after all, maybe I belong.
Flames burn around me, my life of torture begins.
Living with the devil, living with my sins.
The Devil • Opuss № I