The Devil Inside Me

Once a frosted night; snowflakes kissed the earth,

Quivering on my bed; I cursed my human birth.

No hand to hold me high; no warmth to drape me tight,

Solitary winds with knives stab me through the night.

Years of lonesome miles; count keeps piling up,

No smile to kiss my lips; no lips to sip my cup.

Barren human life; quiver alone inside,

I too seek a flame; the warmth of a divine guide.

Broken flecks of pain hold each one too close,

My flooded eyes can see the burnt-out piece of rose.

My blood has clots in them; they can flow no more,

Knock into my soul; a devil must open the door.

Ignorance gave him food; hatred gave me strength,

His roots have draped my soul; up and down the length.

His nails had poison pills; inserted in my grooves,

His voice has held my life and guides me with my moves.

His blood is blue and pale; it filled my eyes with lust,

His sinful grinning lips broke my bones to dust.

My ashes are still in pain; they seek for the reason behind,

No God has poured his voice into my trembling mind.

The devil that dwells in me; rules my brain and soul,

It drags me through the blood into his baleful goal.

I plead each day and night; plead to the eternal flame,

Call me with thy wand or let me live my name.

The thoughts that haunt my dreams; let them fall to death,

From the abyss of grace; bring me pristine breath.

Let me breathe again; in thy soulful air,

Let me float in bliss; ignorant of my share.