the Devil that resides in me.
It is wicked, it is evil, but natural.
It lacks morality, but fills up for mine.
when the silence is too loud.
It creeps in my Hypnagogia.
Now I have stopped resisting,
as it has faith in me,
because I have come to lose mine.
It shadows me in the Sun,
It holds me in the Night.
It has a mark of its presence,
for I can relate it with my absence.
It mirrors me when I want to sleep.
It takes over me when I don’t watch.
It is the righteousness of the Devil,
that makes me do wrong,
or is it just the consequence
of my subjugation.
cause it makes me go blind.
I can see the visions,
which are out of everyone’s sight.
or everyone owes him half a side.
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