8 November 2012
Inside devil, call my name,
I only came for the fame.
Open it's doors, blood that pours
Acting a mess, to feel at rest.
I see faces, their eyes see me,
Number of places, all in the dark,
A knock from the cupboard,
'Let me out' the skeleton shouts.
Bad times feel eternal and
Good times not good enough.
Imagine what could be, and
What could be will become.
White pages, dark pages,
The good sings to the evil inside
To soothe the tormented soul
Of a dying man, dying
By his own hands.
Devils Torment • Opuss № I