One day I met the devil.
He was in the trees.
But in reality, he was everywhere.
He never left my side.
He was out the window.
He was around the corner.
He was in the back of my mind.
The pale, white face.
The blank visage.
He showed me nothing.
He wore not a face of kindness,
Nor one of hatred,
But a crown he wore, for of the dark, he truly was King.
He saw nothing.
I felt something.
The Man in Black just waited.
Why try to run?
He will always find you.
He'll follow you until you have faded.
One day I met the devil.
He stood tall among the trees.
I found him inside of me.
One day I met the devil.
I shook his cold, pale hand.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
One day I met the devil.
He was in the trees.
But in reality, he was everywhere.
He never left my side.
He was out the window.
He was around the corner.
He was in the back of my mind.
The pale, white face.
The blank visage.
He showed me nothing.
He wore not a face of kindness,
Nor one of hatred,
But a crown he wore, for of the dark, he truly was King.
He saw nothing.
I felt something.
The Man in Black just waited.
Why try to run?
He will always find you.
He'll follow you until you have faded.
One day I met the devil.
He stood tall among the trees.
I found him inside of me.
One day I met the devil.
I shook his cold, pale hand.
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