Satan entices me to release my frustration,
With tainted thoughts and self mutilation,
He forces me to smile, with hatred beaming,
While I sit alone, violently screaming.
Like sand through my fingers, my life slips away,
As evil takes over, and tells of plans to stay.
Darkness surrounds me; I’m overwhelmed with black,
I fail to show emotion, but its something I do not lack.
A pentagram marked with 666, scarred deep into my skin,
The devil is now my master, and he lives within.
He won’t leave until he’s reached his goal,
And he’ll leave behind the remains of my tortured soul.
