I Am The Devil

The sky is grey
And the grass is black
Here you'll never see the light of day
Once you arrive you can never go back

The weather is blistering
And the villagers are hideous
I doubt that you will ever be smiling
Here you may not want to be audacious

All are welcome here
You will never be refused
But I must tell you, my dear
Here you will be abused

If you're wondering where to find me
You must not look very far
From me you can never flee
I follow you like a scar

You may think now I am a stocker
Meeting me is not a treat
To you this might be a shocker
I am noone you will want to meet

For the rest of your pathetic life you will be shuddering
To you I must tell
I am the master of miseries, I will leave you suffering
I am the devil that came from hell