The Devil's Suspicion

The burning flame on a silent note,

Signifies the tacit rage in the heart of a bloat.

Gives a glint to the ire of revenge,

Leaving a hush and crack of roar.

Scratching the screaming minds of innocents,

Goes on erasing everything in haze.

Crushing all the dreams in wits,

Dumping all the hands in a ditch.

Brings light in someone's life,

And blowing it off in one's.

Giving life to a dead soul and,

Sipping it off from a heart.

Grabbing the devil wings it goes,

Far and far away in land.