The Devil is always near; Late and alone, he crawls closer. Quietly insists that there should be no fear, Slowly shifting; he’s the cunning composer.
With strings on my limbs, Sudden darkness in my veins. A once bright future dims; Enslaved in shackles and chains.
Where is the light? The gentle touch now resembles claws. Blindsided by deceptions; there was no fight. Now I’m nothing but my sins, faults, and flaws.
I am bound to the madness; He looks upon my defeat with a smirk and a nod. I question the world with nothing but sadness: If there is Lucifer, then where the hell is God?