Prince Of Darkness

I never believed that the Prince of Darkness existed,

Until the crown of white roses fell out my hair,

And replaced its divine smell with his stench.

I didn’t know his words were traced with temptations,

Or that his plan ended where my folly began.

I made the mistake of looking into his eyes,

And as my pupils dilated the mask he wore grew bigger,

His lies became better and I became crazier.

The stain of his sins wrote itself on my back,

Making sure to burn and engrave every single fucking word.

The sheep turned out to have the eyes of the wolf,

That tried to drown me in a pool of its blood,

Waiting for the last breath to finally escape,

Feeling satisfied with conquering another one.