Devilish Phase
Devilish Phase
A spark so least may ignite a flame strong enough
To bring colossal down and tarnish souls pure
Feel the power you wield for a second or two
Must pay the bitter price not you alone
But those witnesses and partakers of thy wrath
For reasons fair or foul, in thy sight
A man hides his devils in a closet deep down
For he knows the ways and means to put them into good use
Unleashed once in a blue moon
To threaten, twist or mere display might
But he knows devils do no good
Seeing shattered pieces cries far and near
Rush of adrenaline feels refreshing on nerves dried cold
Ye the strong, helpless before his own chemicals
Emotions begotten of thought, claimed thou enslaved
You may conquer the petty world, with muscle and word
Losing thy soul what profit will come by?
Just anguish and muttering lips at the end