I am an ugly devil on the rise.
My scarred face and its ghostly innocence.
I am the dark soul born before time and
I howl every night.
I long for faintly souls.
I pursue souls, easy to control and deceive.
I hunt with a different face.
I can disguise as a pious saint.
I sense a weak soul ahead.
“Feed me her”- Shouted my endless desire as
I begin my preparations.
“Hey there, cutie pie”- I lure the weak soul.
I attract her with sweet words and
I convince her with false pretences.
Finally, I bring home, my dinner for the night.
“Victory in the end”- Shouted the devil within.
But today, I heard a voice from inside.
“Confess to the world, your sins”- It said.
This is My confession, MY devil story.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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