Something inside you will start to awake
For every saint there is a Devil that awaits
With a silver tongue and a golden deal
It's him that will control your feels
A battle will erupt inside your mind
One that you can't escape on time
like war, it won't bring nothing new
Just destroy what remains of you
You will look into the mirror
You will see a washed up soul
Replacing what once was bright and bold
And didn't fear the unknown
Madness overtakes us
And sanity becomes a legend that once made us
Like a washed up hero you try to rise
But there are too many worries inside your mind
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Something inside you will start to awake
For every saint there is a Devil that awaits
With a silver tongue and a golden deal
It's him that will control your feels
A battle will erupt inside your mind
One that you can't escape on time
like war, it won't bring nothing new
Just destroy what remains of you
You will look into the mirror
You will see a washed up soul
Replacing what once was bright and bold
And didn't fear the unknown
Madness overtakes us
And sanity becomes a legend that once made us
Like a washed up hero you try to rise
But there are too many worries inside your mind
Way too fancy tile for the poem, but why not :x