METAMORPHOSIS: THE DEVIL WITHIN

TRASFORMING TO A DARKER SELF OF MINE

The Devil was at my house today

He says he came here to stay

Rent free, he wants to live, he says

He came in the form of my pain

He came in the form of these Bloodstains

That stains my most beloved place

He came in the form of my tears like Rain

He came in the form of all these fears

Plaguing my heart and mind, with death

He came in the form of these devilish intentions

Threatening to pay back the world just as much pain I felt

Threatening to drown my peers in the river of cries I wept

Threatening to leave these men, in the dirt I slept

Threatening to leave them hollow, as I myself has no emotion left

I don’t know what’s to come, I dont even know what’s next

Is this Bed Of Thorns I lay on going to become my nest

Nestling this Pain within myself

Or is my Sanctuary bound to be in this mess

Or am I positioned to be blessed by the God’s Digress

I don’t know for I haven’t seen a Sign yet

I wear the scent of the man

Who has went through everything Negative in his time

I don the scars of the guy

Who burnt through all the good times in life

Only left with the bad ones, ripe with strife

A furnace burns my heart to ashes, it dies

Flames hot as the Hell the devil moves in

I am not surprised, the harder I try

The darker my Stripes

Become before my eyes

I am gradually changing

Something Darker than night

Something darker than light

I witness Horns Grow in my sight

No saviour Salvages My plight

I am left only to cry, as my self Dies

And I transform to a darker self of mine

The harder I come the harder I fall

I accumulate Scars upon my heart

From all The wars that downs my path

I dismantle my thoughts, break it apart

I hide myself under Rocks of walls

It found me

How harsh is the Dark

Going to taint my form

Darkness Subdivides my morn

Tempting me as the Demon’s Spawn

All my Radiance once Had, Is gone

I house the devil who corrupts my spark

No promised land, In the dark I am lost

No foreign hands to Save, I sought

I look for no Salvation

No I don’t even ask

These demons, they stalk

Each time they pass

They consume another of my parts

I don’t chance a chance

To get out this Harm

This Cycle is already my norm

I don’t realize myself anymore

Who are you?, What thou art?

A corrupted cluster

Of what’s left of a Star

Finally

I Transform to the Devil’s Image

I conform to devils Sacrilege

I grow horns, a form of Reject

I am rejected by all that is blessed

With wings of Dark, I descent

I feel no pain in my heart, Since recent

I slave away to this Darndest sequence

I fade away to a darker meaning

In my hearts of hearts, I feel dead

Under all of these sins

I am no longer here, I see death

I fall to harms in Myself