Riding The Devil's Black

From the beginning of the confluence to the end of being hoodwinked,

I was elated to feel superordinate to being dragged through hell on the brink,

My transformation is from one in a million to becoming the omen of tragedy in a blink.

The start was one of the most uplifting stories your heart could feel,

An emancipating tale of two lost souls intertwined, infinitely with enormous appeal,

All who would see the magic were jealous of the strength traded to face any ordeal,

For we provided comfort from our hearts bond, swearing to never steal. 

The journey ahead provided more anguish than any could withstand, eventually, her malice was revealed.

Addictions and rehabilitation were daily trade-offs,

The trauma continuing to bond prevented the hearts layoffs,

The struggles endeared were planned in her playoffs,

To gaslight and control any who opened up for more spinoffs, 

Her games were planned before we met, articulated with painful tradeoffs.

Never to reveal her true intentions, she had the upper hand,

Consumed with evil spirits to guide her malicious plan,

She stored a jar of hearts as backup for her treacherous command,

To keep myself locked up as a prisoner of the heart, sinking in slow sand,

The isolation quickly became a normality in my barren wasteland,

Unplanned and unmanned, my perseverance became the contraband.

My world within the light slowly started to fade,

As the wickedness crowded my spirit to keep me contained,

My heart was torn asunder with a prickly sharp blade,

And sloppily stitched together with open wounds that stayed,

This was done in fun for sadism was the culprit to blame,

Pushing me to my deathbed and nursed to health with the darkest shade,

Still in love with the devil, I never complained, I was truly in dismay. 

Every resurrection left in me her soulless color of black, 

I arise from the hearts grave always coming back,

Slowly consumed to the mindful sways under attack,

The devil's tumor of turmoil growing in a humpback,

Keeping my ego slouched as I lost the ambition to keep on track,

My spectacular dreams became living nightmares of the past.

Never looking back or seeking guidance forward,

I lived in agony daily while always being tortured,

The night was always growing stronger and the days shorter,

Missing every sign, God gave up because I never went forward.

Bonded in chains while she reigned,

I never abstained nor did I complain.

She's ready for hell hearing the bells,

Removing my protective shell I almost fell,

I can no longer bleed as she takes the lead,

Riding The Devil's Black I'll never come back.