The Devil’s Feasting
I’ve spent sleepless nights,
Wondering what was wrong with me,
Wondering if I needed to put up a braver fight ,
Against the devil in my mind.
He wounded me so I shrank back and let him take control,
He feasted on my mind and then on my soul,
He rid me of all the good thoughts I had,
Polluted my mind with thoughts horrible and bad.
He turned me into the evil the world sees,
But that isn’t who I am, deep down is the real me,
And all I need is a chance, an opportunity,
To be who I really am, to be me.
The devil never gave me that chance,
So I cried out for help to the angel,
I waited and waited for her,
But she never came.