The Black Devil
That stupid little demon.
It sits there and laughs at me.
It claws away all the good.
It hates all.
The flames that encase it burn me to the core.
It's laughter drives me to insanity.
The stupid little thing,
why won't it stop?
It's slowly killing me
from the inside out.
Every second is spent in agony
waiting for the white angel to come.
Bad news for you, buddy.
That angel is long dead.
It's six feet under with a bullet in it's head.
No one to save you now, Huh?
Hey y'all! It tis me, Synk! How ya been doin'? You see this one little poem has been driving me crazy. I had to get it out there. Oh and for the record, the last part is the Demon talking to Soul. I'll let you guess who/what the white angel is.
Sincerely the ever iNSaNe,
Synk