Diablo is back.

"I will devour your being," he says to me, taunting.
It's so easy for him now. Now that night is falling.
Eternity with me a vow he gives me as he's grinning.

And again I wonder how to stop myself from falling
Back into the pits of hell wherein before you I was living
Because it's not exactly what most would have you believing.

It's not as they say "seas of molten copper and fire"
Oftentimes it's a mere lack of reason or desire
To keep going and instead a nagging feeling to expire
As if clothed with a massive dense leaden attire
As if Yahweh himself has yielded to tire.

But the facade often lies to show nothing is dire.

Hyperbolic statements can't seem to convey
How the peacekeepers can no longer keep the rioters at bay
And in a trying time my adviser would say,
"Give in to their demands, your grace, I do pray."
But I have been exhausted from toiling all day
So I will rest motionless on this bed I shall stay
As the fabric of my sanity begins to fray.